Luyện nghe bài hát Purging

The first night after released,
no one you to get much sleep.
the waking 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 easier to forgive myself, and her
without a guilty head, these nightmare lines, an heart.
We take for granted all the things that 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 who they are.
Set up shop at machine, calibrate, remember who you are.

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

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