Luyện nghe bài hát Cyanidal

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

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

Given bitter 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 veiled strictness, to their blind witness.

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

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

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

Accolade to one who dances, out music to false romances.
Cluttering clear and 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 fools with cheerfulness.
When lives are reins to an empty bridle, they are cyanidal.

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