Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

Some of standing, some are waiting in line
As if there was something that thought they might find
Taking some strength from the that always were shared
And in the background, the that just stare
was it brought you out here in the dark?
Was it your only way of "making mark"?
Did you get rid of all the voices in head?
Do you now miss them and the things they said?
On your own admission, you up the knife
And you brought it down, ending another mans
When it was done, you threw down the blade
While the red blood spread wider, the anger you made
I don't want this anger, in me
It's from which it's so hard to be free
And of the tears we cry in sorrow or rage
Can any difference, or turn back the page