Luyện nghe bài hát Controlled Mayhem Then Erupts

This moon was a planet just like the earth, it is even deader.
The pistols of its flowers are the only against insetcs,
which were more preoccupied 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 upon them by dogs tired of chasing food.
Thin oxygen curves their substantially.
Flashes of their purpose stripped to ornaments of meat
and from animal marks flciker 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 match their hands upward towards greater satellites,
wronged in the eyes by a million miles and a million bodies to sift through.
The smaller creatures have the secret to pinning us to the dirt:
they breathe, they inspire, when we breathe, we expire.