Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Of An Imaginary Guilt

I you light
I off the oceans
To you my devotion
I've your fright

I be the infamy
I wanna wound caprice
I need to try your
You should my misery

I wanna lick your
I wanna scar your wounds
To your rotten fruits
Your gotta suit me

Oh, let me be the one
Who sets you
See how love
Her mystery

I wanna feel your hungry
I wanna be the
I'll make you the holy
Whore of my sin

I see you sacrificed
I wanna be the hungry
To share with you the sin
My holy, capricious

I've kissing the filth
My been bleeding
I've stealing you a wing
My dark, sinister

Oh, let me touch your soul
Let me be your skin
Let me be your thrilling
Let me your open wounds

Oh, let me see other face
We belong to the same
I was the dead you
You the angel I raped