Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hate, Warm Blood

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

A child beyond time without
Metamorphing to
Each shape for one and still
No end to how could be killed

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

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

January, child born
February, still frail as glass
March a formative period you must
child, in god, distrusts
May comes and goes and is the hope
June is the halfway mark of your
child fears end of time
August child in slow
September, sense starts to
October's child, the burden
child malingers on
December's child is and gone