Luyện nghe bài hát Names

To stars and we carry
To names in stone
Into the of seas of grand desires
To the pure, into nothingness
solitude without numbers and names
Where names a curse no are
The ideal the true number of man
The sick stench of dogs
With eyes closed
That are into others for gods
Rotting millions guard
Of their own truths you cannot see
A many-headed worm of names
Is its tail in wretched self-hatred
Blinded on the road to death
The hunger of always defeats
Raise your you can't
You it's easier to follow the herd
You suck on an bag of words
You yourself in a cage
Of own blindness
Carry me, my of hatred
Above the fear of knowing all
I to see my very own death