Luyện nghe bài hát Oval Shaped Incisions

The bliss of a young man slivered in an instant
Obscured memories puncture an opaque blindfold

Eyelids carved swiftly with oval incisions
A in one self's fortitude
a radiant smile struggling to resurface

Nostalgia plays its violin
I bleed tears

of the son I once was
Stabbed my past with oxidized scissors and away

Awake, to what is left before it dies away
An oath destined to be
Strong are nothing more than heartfelt clichés

The times have and so have I
Childhood reduced to pale aspirations

Familiar faces have their skin,
Spawning a identity
A never ending pursuit of distinctiveness as blurred strenuous bonds in its

Awake, to salvage what is left it dies away
An oath to be forgotten
Strong words are nothing more than clichés