Luyện nghe bài hát Poshor Golovar

Fire in his
world was all red
This wall of
crashing to him
Soul crushed and

than a wound,
louder than his own
thoughts rushing in
upon his mind
No way to them

The gift of feeling what others
The curse that haunts his
All pain and pleasure
Sucked his identity

(Head of fire -- golovar)
(Head of -- Poshor golovar)
not of me are eating me
Prisoner of my
(Head of fire -- golovar)
I can be alone with me
Alcohol, my lone relief

I be all of you,
I will drink your
be your goodness
and honesty
I'll be your
and excessiveness
I'll be sadness
and your darkest
I be all of you,
I drink your souls
I'll be your and insanity
Your
insanity

by the kids,
tasting their
by the power
raging in his
No from outside

Then a shock
when he the psych-ward
Madness overwhelming any
Close to the

The of feeling what others feel
The curse that his family
All and pleasure unceasingly
Sucked his identity

(Head of fire...

Found a love,
get enough of
inside into one another now
fulfillment

Always more,
he was like a
Restless,
feeding on the coming on
Lost in the

The gift of feeling others feel
The curse haunts his family
All and pleasure unceasingly
into his identity

(Head on fire...

(Head on fire -- golovar)
Feelings not of me are me
of my sensitivity