Luyện nghe bài hát Quicksilver

On Friday night I awake like an alarm clock
Some shaking junkie's begging out on the
And I could not allow my
to meet his fear that my soul may still betray me
As if my will had kept me steady
as if I hadn't in already

Quicksilver,
Shadows and fade
less than why we're made

This emptiness,
this is eating
stabs through my like thorns, so defeating
The glint of gold, of silver, shining
the slightest breath of why we're
We take the crumbs like our hearts are at
We are far too pleased

I need burning inside me
this brilliant aura, electricity
I'm being haunted by spectres of what be
of imperfections, of to beauty
As butchers, so sweet yet so sickening
we have betrayed, for each tiny