Luyện nghe bài hát FF=66

He the storm
He lives by
fears that are not fears
But prickles of

code is cracked
I don't expect whatever I spat out to
Awash in the signs, sick from the

in, spliced in
Second-hand and screen for skin
out sounds, facing outside again

Deified and refined, every line
Just want a way not to be what sold to me
FF=66 explains sick
on the axis of promise and lick lack luck
Reveals all