Luyện nghe bài hát Cyanidal

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

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

Given bitter caring, as passion is without 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 fears of days.

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

I stand your mindless philosophies,
and the things you reek of insanity.
I can't stand your desire to 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 whom so clearly.
Safe in covers are under, given candies of worthless wonder.

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