Luyện nghe bài hát Cyanidal

Lightless burning scenes, exposing suicidal dreams.
With true denials ever madly, bleeding ever gladly.

In my ear the squawk, putrid air of mindless talk.
Forsaken, so called tasteful, the of the wasteful.

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

Never are tears 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 leashes veiled strictness, to their blind witness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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