Luyện nghe bài hát Names

To and suns we carry
To names in stone
the depths of seas of grand desires
To the thought pure, nothingness
Limitless solitude without numbers and
Where names a no longer are
The one- the true number of man
The stench of crowded dogs
their eyes closed
That are looking into for gods
Rotting keeping guard
Of their own truths which you see
A worm of names uncounted
Is eating its in wretched self-hatred
Blinded millions on the to death
The hunger of always defeats
Raise your you can't
You won't- it's to follow the herd
You suck on an empty bag of
You fulfill in a cage
Of own blindness
me, my wings of hatred
Above the fear of knowing all
I to see my very own death