Luyện nghe bài hát Memento Mori

this die out.
Fear. a fever is dancing in stride with our metronome memory
hipocracy here. painting a portrait that's dripping with composition
fumbled trust, the father is dead. are burning
lies fuel fires, burns red, now i'm cold. ***going inside of our heads.
when we whisper: danger, danger, pull the lever. turn the and i burn better in the morning.
Heartlessness. Narratives. Christ, you go?
Impassioned. Abandoned. Why, you wrong.
will die out.
Narrative fear. a fever is in stride. Metronome memory.
hipocracy here. it's a portrait that's screaming "the silence of dying."
trust, the father is dead. cathedrals are burning.
lies fuel fires. fear burns red and i'm cold. inside of our heads.
when we whisper: danger, danger, pull the lever and i better in the morning.
Heartlessness. Narratives. Christ, you go?
Impassioned. Abandoned. Why, you wrong.
random talking*
Heartlessness. Narratives. Christ, you go?
Impassioned. Abandoned. Why, you wrong.
we've forgotten how to read. we've how to believe.
the has gone dark. the author receeds.