Luyện nghe bài hát Cyanidal

Lightless candle scenes, exposing suicidal dreams.
With true denials ever madly, through ever gladly.

In my ear the worthless squawk, putrid air of talk.
Forsaken, so tasteful, the improvidence of the wasteful.

Given bitter cancerous caring, as is without sharing.
Eyes sheltered, waterless, are true when and pitiless.

Never are broken to mending, nor the solace of an ending.
Left to of what pays, with dogged fears of forgotten days.

Callous eyes of selfish hounds, no regard their bounds.
Caught in veiled strictness, answers to their blind witness.

I stand your mindless philosophies,
and the things you reek of insanity.
I can't your desire to make us homogeneous,
and the things you do are and callous.
I can't stand oblivious hypocrisies,
and the you live for rot society.

In blinding blackness of the sun, see the to be spun.
Insanity's love for saneness, truths lost in its plainness.

Weakness given to the weary, paleness of sees so clearly.
Safe in they are under, given candies of worthless wonder.

Accolade to one who dances, out music to false romances.
Cluttering and open spaces, giving rise to imagined graces.

Invisible minds sing to masses, the sheep with empty glasses.
Not under foot or underway, to stop, is to runaway.

In sunny sightlessness, are the fools with cheerfulness.
When lives are like to an empty bridle, they are cyanidal.

You're so suicidal, you're cyanidal...and I
I stand it, I can't stand it...oh...