Luyện nghe bài hát Disease

on
the thoughts of all
released this anger
is some place I like to be
and when I feel myself
I
and when I see them around
dancing in own wake
I

And I don't want to exist on this
crashing to the level of
depth of
and bone
all up in pages
flashed in our
and spiteful

Run

again
misdirected and
in bones
and away
told me to disappear
and slowly
into the end
of the pool

Try to hold on to I believe

no longer as anything but
and disfigured
so I slash again
and I my hopes again
lose in this disease

Lost
misdirected and
drowned in
and away
they me to disappear
and slowly
into the end
of the pool

Cut to the mold
Nothing left to rid of
but bile and
torn skin
and as we
replace marble plastic

again
misdirected and
in bones
and thrown
they me to disappear
and slowly
into the end
of the gene