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.
Trace the the blood will flow.

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

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

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