Luyện nghe bài hát I Who Have Nothing

I, I who nothing...
I: Ikon
Intersections in time
The circle and dimensions of the mind
The tie that
The tie that defines
The of my insanity in due time
Will
Like the night seas under the
The haunted corners of rooms
Yet i'm
With vanishing thin air
The realization that shit is my cross to bear
So
Did I think I could run to see
The people that to leave without asking me
But we
Decide to wait for tomorrows
And find someone so they can be distractions from our
But my distraction's the books and that I scrawl in
I'm eloquent as summer breeze and leaves that have just
I've crawled in a corner hoping all of this end
With the that love is just another word for revenge
I who have nothing but the comfort of my
I who nothing but the comfort of my friends

I, I who have
I, I who no one
I, I who have
I, I who no one
II: Ikon
As I decay, prey above me like a vulture
Ability to endure contradiction is a high sign of
Verbal sculptures, self
It is not God or lunacy that I am
But the of the purity and passion of my words
The herds of cattle on with talk of the absurd
But I
To walk away all the feuds
To find my life is more confusing a rubics cube
So I'm
In all my of verbal prods
To live one must be an animal or a God
But official
All of my pain is as crystal
The natural side of life has now been artificial
But I can hit you
And rest that I'ma last words
I could give a fuck about ya secrets and ya
I get past words and their ability to you
Patience is a and knowledge is a commercial
I who nothing but the pain that I've referred to
I who have but the pain that I've referred to

Verse III:
Lost among the miracles, I stand
And have grown a being that's sitting on top a throne
known
For many years I would turn to rust
I find a reason for another
Before my return to
I become one with science and mathematics and the of the sun
I'm
To all of those who and cannot see
The of the enemy
Perception duality
Inspect your soul, the color of coal inside the
I have hardly, across them who's holy
Send them to the chairmen to thee
Burning of the sun and of the cold
The is new but the war is now old
You can see the merest shadow of a halo
the head of evil djin who's deadly like tornado
The world has become an
Full of gaping fish murderous smiles
I on the hand 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