Luyện nghe bài hát Searching For A Former Clarity

No the doctors tell you,
you were dying.
They just their money,
And you on your way.
But you all along,
went on pretending was wrong,
you said I will keep my focus, the end.
And in the you kept,
by the of your bed.
You wrote in aspiration,
of as an author.
Confessing secrets,
of up in women's clothes,
Compulsions you knew the reasons to,
everyone, you ever meet or love,
be relationship based on a false presumption,
despite everyone, you ever or love,
in the end, you be all alone?
As the disease spreads through your body,
pumped by heart to the tips of your arms and your legs,
your greatest fear was your mind wouldn't last,
your coherency and alertness would be the things to fade,
as your thinned, as the weight fell off, as your teeth blackened,
as the spotted your skin,
as you fell to your knees in the of the stage,
as you offered to mortality in exchange for the ticket price,
as the lights blended into the noise,
as all hope was lost.
Adrenaline one last thought to fruition.
Let be the end.
Let this be the song.
Let be the end.
Let all be forgiven.