Luyện nghe bài hát Exiled Existence

Your hands
in the night
By a fanatic
Your body hit the

That fight your
The beneath Heaven
Mental
Crush your on the floor
Affectivity out

You pour out the first
By your own
to the honor
Set a trap for

Catch sight of the long
in the dumps
Berth a wreck
The of depression

Exiled
By the ordinary
To avoid all
Resolving plainly

choose your hour to die
No vindications
So on your knees
might knock quickly

What a
To see his own
Spread on the
Of apartments

Fever close to the
time to die
Your soul is
Facing

When death you
Only god can the choice
Uncompleted
Dream of

a poet
I am
Who me
I feel
Who makes a in my life
I wish in an

Alive in a of vexations
I am reading poems here
In the of the night
Baudelaire you are my sights
Your is my courage

Hearten by inspiration
To among the others

You pour out the blood
By your own
to the honor
Set a trap for

existence
By the ordinary
To all responsibilities
everything plainly

Nearer to touch the
In sanctuary of pain
I come with you