Luyện nghe bài hát Pain's Invention, Madness

Chains me
With truth I'm to face
up in between
A damp I remain
In the cell of numb
The chill my veins
There's only one notion I revere
The only in life is pain

It and crushes at its free will
My doomed fate will soon be

Pain's invention,
Preys behind my
invention, madness
Now I
invention, madness
Though not break free
invention, madness
Truth

my grasp is a life
That I never attain
Happiness, joy, not in
Supplanted by dark reign
Physical, agony shows
Along which my revolves
Either you feel it, or you
There are never lies

to my abnormality
Hand in with destiny

invention, madness
Preys my eyes
Pain's invention,
Now I
Pain's invention,
I'll not break free
Pain's invention,
eternally

When you are pumping of life
The one sensation you have
Can penetrate through or hate
Existence on a plane
In death and life, the domains
Surrender totally to

I and claw and scream
It
Leave me alone me
It
I'm bleeding my brain
It me
I'm helpless, behind
Its
Tearing my mind
It
Upon my soul
It

Streams of consciousness fill the
As my nerve scream in rage
me to the darkest age
As DeSade sits at stage

My flesh is but a now
To and truth I am avowed

invention, madness
Pain's invention,

Twisting the door
Am I
My breath I can
Therefore I am

succumbed to there heinous sins
And never be forgiven
Shackled and bound, my new I've found
And tasted the fruits forbidden

I've craving
Of overtures
Liberation is
And I nothing to fear

In this journey of
I have found the to be set free
In wicked course, I've uncovered the force
will keep me vital eternally

Pain's invention,
The force that preys behind my
Pain's invention, upon me
Pain's invention,
It this long to realize
Pain's invention, madness, has set me

Of mortality
infliction
Is now my
agony
Has me
I am
this atrocity

I'm not blind to I might find
Squirming way down inside my labyrinthine mind
Inhibitions removed, replaced with tissue
And I'm punished with of my lobotomizing suit

I've sought dream
In its violent
Now my is clear
Though the lesson's

My will is strong, but I be wrong
new doctrine for which I've been searching all along is
The of truth through administration of pain
The body only takes so much before it drives the mind

As a matter of fact, my
I've to my bitter end
It's not a torture I'm in
Though I can still
It's a jacket of white buckles and straps
Not a pleasure at all
It me safely under wraps
While I'm chained to this padded

my cries...
you'll know