Luyện nghe bài hát Cast To The Pyre

(Nothing seems to make sense, I'm tired of it all, I've searching
for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is you
more bitter, twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too
apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you
the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it's with so much
fucking misery to prove to that it must be worth something. To
who?... to who are you worth Who would ever fucking miss you...
who will miss you you are dead? I will tell you... no one...)

It's to cast out of net
To call in all the old
To stumble all the harsh words
And all the wounds
To every glance
Every darkened
And cast it to the

To rewrite the words, feign the
To finally finish those pages
If I closed the chapter on you
I'm sorry, I never knew else to do
It's call and the hour is late
Time for the last nail in the
Then me to the fire...

[People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning may consume you...]