Luyện nghe bài hát Poshor Golovar

Fire in his
was turning all red
This of emotion
down to him
Soul crushed and

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

The gift of what others feel
The curse that his family
All pain and unceasingly
into his identity

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

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

by the kids,
tasting rejection
Confused by the
raging in his
No help from

a bigger shock
when he the psych-ward
Madness any sanity
to the breakdown

The of feeling what others feel
The that haunts his family
All pain and pleasure
Sucked into his

(Head of fire...

Found a love,
couldn't get of
melting into one another now
Deepest

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

The gift of feeling others feel
The that haunts his family
All and pleasure unceasingly
Sucked his identity

(Head on fire...

(Head on -- Poshor golovar)
not of me are eating me
Prisoner of my