Luyện nghe bài hát Controlled Mayhem Then Erupts

This was a planet just like the earth, only it is even deader.
The pistols of its flowers are the only protection insetcs,
which were more with the half rotted inhabitants soiled to the brim undet their own garments.
tells us of their blood flowing down one leg and up the other.
Memories insoluble to conscience, memories,
outside themselves in a twisted prank played them by dogs tired of chasing their food.
Thin oxygen curves posture substantially.
Flashes of their purpose stripped to skeletal of meat
and resin from animal marks over the loudscreen.
Machines hum in the distance.
A few naive inhanbitants wander foolishly after sundown in search of spots,
but no one leaves this moon of memory.
Survivors often match their hands upward 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.