Luyện nghe bài hát Shark Ethic

The bearer of returns with inability to cope with separation anxiety.
It remains to torture me I breathe and don't scream.
It stays to chip away at me until I and don't dream.

Roots from my feet sprung like barbed wire and tongue.
Rendering me still, a in an iron lung.

Roots from my sprung like barbed wire and serpent's tongue.
me still, a quadrapalegic in an iron lung.

On my back with above, The scent of carrion rotting love.

your fear. (X4)