Luyện nghe bài hát Combustion

No more ifs, no bias, no
No wondering whether is it
Clarity, so brightly
The image so absolute

No edges blurred on awareness
No weight to tip the knowledge scales
Eyes to grasp it all
As illusion of what we are fails

An unquestionable picture, determined,
Its crystalline untouched by doubt
So vivid, so deprived of
Shining in its evil

The burning of man
A million degrees on
voracity delineated
The demons in us all by fumes

Stare, see, in, grasp
Comprehend,
your reflection

The framing gold plated
The hurting souls caught and weaved
The artist, the dream
Incinerated, devoured,