Luyện nghe bài hát Controlled Mayhem Then Erupts

This moon was a just like the earth, only it is even deader.
The pistols of its flowers are the only protection insetcs,
which more preoccupied with the half rotted inhabitants soiled to the brim undet their own garments.
History tells us of their blood down one leg and up the other.
insoluble to their conscience, memories,
outside in a twisted prank played upon them by dogs tired of chasing their food.
Thin oxygen curves their substantially.
Flashes of their purpose to skeletal ornaments of meat
and resin from animal marks over the loudscreen.
hum quietly in the distance.
A few naive inhanbitants wander foolishly sundown in search of black spots,
but no one leaves this carefree of memory.
Survivors often match their upward towards greater satellites,
wronged in the by a million miles and a million more bodies to sift through.
The smaller have the secret to pinning us down to the dirt:
When they breathe, inspire, when we breathe, we expire.