Luyện nghe bài hát Coma Crowd

our sleep...
Years the unbelief
Words. All said
worn through the seam
Scarring the
whispers from you
Only ourselves: with the tears

Mindless and empty, and absurd
In coma the the crowd
Their sleep
Stirring our
days, stars at night
Fear becomes wings for your darkened
Your are here to celebrate a serpents choice
Only yourself, left with the

So insincere, lifeless shades of
Delicate death, accelerating taste of
The search, in vain now has ended
Their hollow selves left the tears