Luyện nghe bài hát Names

To stars and suns we
To superhumans in stone
Into the depths of of grand desires
To the pure, into nothingness
Limitless solitude without numbers and
names a curse no longer are
The ideal one- the true of man
The sick stench of crowded
With eyes closed
That are looking others for gods
Rotting keeping guard
Of their own truths you cannot see
A many-headed worm of names
Is eating its tail in self-hatred
Blinded millions on the road to
The hunger of self-destruction always
your gaze- you can't
You won't- it's easier to the herd
You on an empty bag of words
You fulfill yourself in a
Of your own
me, my wings of hatred
Above the fear of knowing all
I to see my very own death