Luyện nghe bài hát I Who Have Nothing

I, I who nothing...
Verse I:
Intersections in time
The circle and dimensions of the mind
The tie that
The tie that defines
The vanity of my in due time
shine
Like the seas under the moon
The haunted corners of familiar
Yet i'm
With vanishing thin air
The realization this shit is my cross to bear
So
Did I I could run away to see
The people that decided to leave asking me
But we
Decide to wait for happier
And find so they can be distractions from our sorrow
But my distraction's the and paper that I scrawl in
I'm eloquent as summer and leaves that have just fallen
I've crawled in a corner hoping all of will end
With the knowledge that love is just another for revenge
I who nothing but the comfort of my sins
I who have but the comfort of my friends

I, I who nothing
I, I who no one
I, I who nothing
I, I who no one
Verse II:
As I decay, demons prey above me like a
Ability to endure contradiction is a sign of culture
Verbal sculptures, defacing
It is not God or lunacy that I am
But the erasing of the purity and of my words
The herds of cattle babble on with talk of the
But I
To walk away all the feuds
To my life is more confusing than a rubics cube
So I'm
In all my of verbal prods
To live alone one be an animal or a God
But it's
All of my is clear as crystal
The natural side of life has now seeming artificial
But I can hit you
And rest assured that last words
I could a fuck about ya secrets and ya passwords
I get past words and their ability to you
Patience is a virtue and knowledge is a
I who have nothing but the pain I've referred to
I who have nothing but the pain that I've to

Verse III:
Lost among the miracles, I stand
And have grown into a being that's sitting on top a
I've
For many years that I would turn to
I find a reason for another
Before my to dust
I become one science and mathematics and the rising of the sun
I'm
To all of those who and cannot see
The chastiser of the
Perception duality
Inspect soul, the color of coal inside the body
I have hardly, come them who's holy
them to the chairmen to control thee
Burning of the sun and frigidness of the
The is new but the war is now old
You can never see the merest of a halo
Above the head of evil djin who's deadly like
The has become an aquarium
Full of gaping fish murderous smiles
I on the other stand on the outside looking in
down murderous vows
I who nothing but the lack of variation
And I who nothing but chains and suffocation