Luyện nghe bài hát I Who Have Nothing

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

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

Verse III:
among the miracles, I stand alone
And have grown a being that's sitting on top a throne
I've
For many that I would turn to rust
I a reason for another breath
my return 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 of the enemy
Perception duality
Inspect your soul, the color of coal inside the
I have hardly, come them who's holy
Send them to the to control 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
Above the head of djin who's deadly like tornado
The has become an aquarium
Full of gaping fish with murderous
I on the other hand stand on the looking in
Writing murderous vows
I who have but the lack of variation
And I who nothing but chains and suffocation