Luyện nghe bài hát Purging

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

The lines I wear my wrists are there to prove that I exist.
Tomorrow it will be easier to forgive myself, and her
a guilty head, these nightmare lines, an empty heart.
We take for granted all the that make us who we are.
Get up. Get dressed. Go to work. They all who you are.
They can't you'd show up here, but that's just who they are.
Set up shop at machine, calibrate, remember who you are.

Here lies in a perfect grave 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 motion replaces time,
as the horror fills eyes.
These claws will never again.
lines I wear around my wrists
are there to that I exist..
..these lines I wear my wrists..]
I am a monster clothed in crimson
and perforated where my wrists should be.
A warehouse full of workers like a pack of
bewildered wolves as my turns black,
and I fall.