Luyện nghe bài hát Scornful of the Motives and Virtue of Others

Rest
This is
This is

Let be my writ of misanthropy
To a world of men
Who have perfected
the art of accusation

Woe is he that feels to pen
Even one word of
I the hate within passion with which I love is a travesty
Let this writ acknowledge these

How I the warmth of red blood
The color of pitch is cold and
And its to the tenderhearted

How I miss the of red blood
Its susceptibility to jet
And the to withstand a brutal scorching

How I have learned to this scorched, jet blood
To the advantage
This blood not go to waste
All is not yet

Take these words of ill-tempered
Take these and
Lut deep, lacerate the soiled
Impact the brittle

And we all bleed together
May this pave the way to solution

We all been so wrong
Conditioned to and approve of substandard
and behavior
Reason is

Hearts are
And the is murder
This age is bound
its aging successors

Aging, all the while,
Developing an even more thirst for chaos
Life among hyenas and asps under
That pick at the corpses of the

And man will to suffer unto itself
Until some stand to rally the by firm example

Chaos must succumb to
Lest these days be

I cannot to disarray
I simply cannot

Let this be my act of
Let be my refusal to fit in
Let this be my writ of