Luyện nghe bài hát Quarantine [the Chosen Path]

Welcome to the
The path you chosen
Make a mark against the fallen and
That one day you just and remain
Nothings ever for
Host your own show, and open the
You will never again feel the light hit your
You will never again feel the wrath of my
You will never again feel the warmth of grace
You will never again see the of day

I barricade
I hate
I throw myself into a rage
I shelf every
Til the scars and
Scab
Tell me why do I blame
I built my life on this and soot
I put a up
But my are tied, so I put
My own in this track
So the will reveal
The father of man, the hand
disciples, make a stand
And with me
The symbology is a sheer
Of a time the lies were dead inside
Of every man, woman and
To grace the
I am the garden of
The fruit eaten
And the
I you
To one with me
and find the light
We all believe
In one another, for the has come
To see the face of the illuminated
I pray...

wonder why they kid so bad
Blowing rounds off in schoolmates is a brand new fad
But they realize the impact that doing this has
Tell me you prick, what if that was your mom and dad?
And for the
I hope your burns
They way your genitalia
From child you hurt
Call me the
I'm lyrically vile, the hurts
Now our damns you
To die in the
I say fuck
ain't the devil
We are simply
We take you to a
Where the survive
Where the sheep collect and
We give an equal balance to
You die off as a born ego of a false god
You are thus, resurrected with new
So I to the lineage of Qayin
Rise the ash
For you are truly

I out to thee
I thee
Thy antagonist,
from the seven seas
Part ways, take my be free
As I eviscerate your from the tomb
my Patchouli
Paint the of satan into the minds of those awakened
I'm no laveyan, I'm the
Of you
Light the of my vengeance
Resurrect me in the image of my
As I you
Force feed the fuckin of a culprit
With the meal of a pedophile
One day we that
We can make it through day
I see no way
We must wash it all
And I pray that we will it through
Instead of following others do
a point to be unique and carry through
You are the fire, I am the steam
That emanates out of the of your quarantine