Luyện nghe bài hát Exiled Existence

Your hands
Motionless in the
By a fanatic
body hit the ground

That fight your
The beneath Heaven
Mental
Crush your back on the
knock out

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

Catch sight of the long
Been in the
Berth a wreck
The prison-ship of

existence
By the excuse
To avoid all
Resolving everything

Even your hour to die
No vindications
So on your knees
Death might knock

a punishment
To see his own
on the marble
Of apartments

Fever close to the
It's to die
Your is alone
consciousness

When takes you
Only god can the choice
Uncompleted
Dream of

a poet
I am
Who me
I boredom
Who makes a mess in my
I wish in an

Alive in a life of
I am your poems here
In the reign of the
Baudelaire you are my dark
Your is my courage

Hearten by inspiration
To live among the

You pour out the blood
By own treachery
False to the
Set a trap for

existence
By the ordinary
To all responsibilities
everything plainly

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