Luyện nghe bài hát Castrate The Wreckage

I freedom
Losing all was freedom
Self or self destruct

in your face but not visible
The tip of your tongue but you taste
distortions, dark cyclones
Virtual abattoir sadists

A host to parasites day and night
The need for something more out of

Lost in dark and silent
A fear you cannot smell or
The trance, the muffled cries
I await my second

The webs of emotion
Spin the of self-rejection
The secret of emotion
net for all our pain

Castrate the mental
is a thief
No for anger
Sow the seeds you