Luyện nghe bài hát Cyanidal

Lightless burning candle scenes, suicidal dreams.
With denials ever madly, bleeding through ever gladly.

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

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

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

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

I can't stand mindless philosophies,
and the things you worship 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 crippled saneness, lost in its plainness.

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

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

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

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

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