Luyện nghe bài hát My Sanity On The Funeral Pyre

Paranoia is the insect its way
Through my subconscious
the larva of my self doubt
Gestating in my heart as I down

And everything I is breaking
And it to the earth in splinters
And I shiver as every splinter its way
Underneath my

And after 22 years I can still my skin crawl
Every shortcoming's a
On my way to makin'
Within to be
To be what I

Sometimes it like the whole wide world
Has itself my enemy
But I will upon my own two feet
And raise, raise my up

I my wounds trying to cleanse the infection
Rabid and diseased reality fades

When I myself too far
A dream of perfection
Has left a heart

to perceive the gifts inherent inside me
It's squeezing the trigger
like opening fire
On who's let me down
On every beautiful lie is
That is fiction

Sometimes it like the whole wide world
Has itself my enemy
But I will stand upon my own two
And raise, raise my up

For the first I'm losing control and I like it
Freedom feels like the is gone
For the first time I'm control and I like it
feels like the noose is gone