Luyện nghe bài hát Lungs

Hands soiled ash
I drift toward the roiling
Whether my legs me
Or some instinct

I prepare to
To the foaming filth
I let my fill
To rid me of cunts and slugs

The ocean holds me
No thought to struggle
my fate without a fight
Azure sky to grey

Hand dig into
On my knees I watch the
Ready to me
Hungry for my

My gods me buoyant
I dip and flow with the
released, finally free
Finally me. me.