Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hate, Warm Blood

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

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

By chance in the polyverse i'm all of
Each to prey with unnerving ease
To who knows which marasmus
It asked at once
And the answers

To things far removed from my
Or need to know and thus it me
For it death's multiplicitous masques
And life's thankless tasks

January, child born
February, still still as glass
March through a formative you must
April child, in god,
May comes and and shortlived is the hope
June is the mark of your rope
July child end of time
August child in slow
September, sense to fail
October's child, the ails
child malingers on
December's child is dead and