Luyện nghe bài hát Septic Testament

I've seen the rotten
I've heard the thin vows
I've you snap like a filament
In the presence of true
These of porous conviction
They forever seem to
From the weeping eyes and the tainted
Of seasoned liars & lifelong

into monologue
In the presence of your son
With wingless shoulders growing
There's no grace left to from
So
another comatose shade
plastered to portrait
Of human waste

Lapse monologue
In the presence of your son
With wingless growing cold
There's no grace left to fall

me
Coursing my flesh
I can you
Like razors in my
me
Coursing through my
I can it still, In my own voice
You- My architect

Here, I wash
Spawn of septic testament
Un-sired, spawn of septic testament

In the sanctum of
Like father, son
Now
Revel in necrotic cures
Then shatter to your
Groveling at narcotic
Where worms always feast

me
Coursing through my
I can you
razors in my veins
me
Coursing through my
I can it still, In my own voice
my cursed architect