Luyện nghe bài hát My Sanity On The Funeral Pyre

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

And I touch is breaking
And it falls to the in splinters
And I as every splinter finds its way
Underneath my

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

it feels like the whole wide world
Has made my enemy
But I will stand my own two feet
And raise, raise my up

I lick my wounds trying to the infection
Rabid and diseased reality away

I pushed myself too far
A of emotional perfection
Has left a wounded

Trying to perceive the inherent inside me
like squeezing the trigger
It's like opening
On who's let me down
On every lie that is
That is only

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

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