Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Owes A Death

The are the windows of the soul
And behind these lurks a black hole
I often wonder really insane...
... the givers or receivers of all the world's

I always to escape this place
But then I come back for more
The only way to appreciate
Is to of it in vain when you are poor

owes a death

We try to sense of the unknowable
And what we find may be
We need to understand the bias of the
which we choose to view this world

And then a semblance of peace
Some shred of to clutch to our chest
token that our life meant something
As we blindly towards our death

The cries of the damned me home

Our 'life cycle' is just recycled
We just take up space we die
Our may as well be preordained
Is it we couldn't care less?

The black orb of sun rising
Another day to our dreams dying
Sometimes I feel I'm disappearing
Seeking in banality