Luyện nghe bài hát Cyanidal

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

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

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

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

Callous eyes of selfish hounds, no beyond their bounds.
Caught in leashes veiled strictness, answers to their 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 things you do are and callous.
I can't your oblivious hypocrisies,
and the things you 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.
Safe in covers they are under, candies of worthless wonder.

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

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

In sunny sightlessness, are the with vacant cheerfulness.
When are like 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...