Luyện nghe bài hát Purging

The first after your released,
no one you to get much sleep.
Your the waking dead.
In my case, I'm not better.
Walk through the and grab a marker.
Trace the path the blood flow.

The lines I wear around my wrists are to prove that I exist.
Tomorrow it will be easier to forgive myself, and her
without a head, these nightmare lines, an empty heart.
We take for granted all the things make us who we are.
Get up. Get dressed. Go to work. They all who you are.
They can't believe you'd show up here, but just who they are.
Set up shop at machine, calibrate, remember who you are.

Here lies clarity in a perfect grave of perfect steel.
The perfect blade glows a perfect against the perfect lines from this perfect night.
I'm the perfect picture of complacency, and all I feel.

motion replaces real time,
as the horror fills eyes.
These claws never kill again.
[These lines I wear around my
are there to prove I exist..
..these lines I around my wrists..]
I am a monster in crimson sleeves
and perforated lines where my should be.
A warehouse full of workers like a pack of
wolves as my world turns black,
and I fall.