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 of numb despair
The chill my veins
There's only one that I revere
The truth in life is pain

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

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

Beyond my is a life
That I will attain
Happiness, joy, not in
Supplanted by truth's reign
Physical, mental shows
Along which my revolves
you feel it, or you don't
There are never lies

to my abnormality
Hand in hand with

Pain's invention,
Preys my eyes
invention, madness
Now I
invention, madness
Though I'll not free
invention, madness
Truth

When you are full of life
The one sensation you have
Can penetrate love or hate
on a higher plane
In death and life, the domains
Surrender to pain

I and claw and scream
It
me alone with me
It
I'm bleeding from my
It me
I'm helpless, behind
Its
apart my mind
It
Upon my soul
It

of consciousness fill the page
As my endings scream in rage
me to the darkest age
As DeSade at center stage

My is but a portal now
To wisdom and truth I am

Pain's invention,
Pain's invention,

Twisting through the
Am I
My breath I can
I am real

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

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

In journey of self-discovery
I have the keys to be set free
In wicked course, I've uncovered the force
will keep me vital eternally

Pain's invention,
The force preys behind my eyes
Pain's invention, upon me
invention, madness
It takes this long to
invention, madness, has set me free

Of mere
infliction
Is now my
agony
Has me
I am
Through atrocity

I'm not blind to what I might
Squirming way down inside my labyrinthine mind
Inhibitions removed, replaced with scar
And I'm punished with blades of my suit

I've sought this
In its violent
Now my pleasure is
Though the severee

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

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

my cries...
you'll never