Luyện nghe bài hát Purging

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

The I wear around my wrists are there to prove that I exist.
it will be easier to forgive myself, and remember her
without a head, these nightmare lines, an empty heart.
We take for all the things that 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 that's just who are.
Set up at your machine, calibrate, remember who you are.

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