Luyện nghe bài hát Cyanidal

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

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

Given bitter cancerous caring, as passion is sharing.
sheltered, waterless, are true when empty and pitiless.

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

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

I can't your mindless philosophies,
and the things you reek of insanity.
I can't stand your to make us homogeneous,
and the you do are cold and callous.
I stand your 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, truths in its plainness.

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

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

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

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

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