Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hate, Warm Blood

Late last night at with my mate
I'm visited by a of hate
A group, yet they're one and the same
They never live
Nor would have a name
A baby too to walk or to talk
Rocked to sleep with a big, rock
a tot with a baleful glare
Sucked from by a shortage of air

A child beyond time gender
Metamorphing to
Each shape for one older and
No end to how each could be

By in the polyverse i'm all of these
Each to fall prey with unnerving
To who knows which marasmus
It asked at knowing
And unknowing the

To things far removed my experience
Or need to and thus it thanked me
For sparing it death's multiplicitous
And thankless laborious tasks

January, born alas
February, still frail as glass
March through a formative period you
child, in god, distrusts
May and goes and shortlived is the hope
June is the mark of your rope
child fears end of time
August in slow decline
September, sense to fail
October's child, the ails
child malingers on
December's child is dead and