Luyện nghe bài hát Purging

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

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

Here lies clarity in a perfect grave comprised of steel.
The blade glows a perfect white 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 fills their eyes.
These will never kill again.
[These lines I around my wrists
are there to that I exist..
..these lines I wear my wrists..]
I am a clothed in crimson sleeves
and lines where my wrists should be.
A warehouse of workers scramble like a pack of
bewildered wolves as my turns black,
and I fall.