Luyện nghe bài hát Higher Side Of Low

swallowing an ocean of
soaking in the tortured admissions and passionate
the absent friends and enemies, the manufactured
the crushing of memories are all that I have left
the absence of feeling - no love, no pity, no
and the of anything as what's left of me
drowns in waves of mindless apathy, in total despair
dilute the of misery
see the world through the of a glass
as all sensation separates from a heart
another dosage of the antidote suffocates emotion before it starts the same
the same fear...constant frustration at the same reflected
...but cold flesh protects my like a clear, smooth, hard bottle-glass skull
from crushing of nothing