Luyện nghe bài hát Sinistrous

Sullen, I loom into the microcosm,
Exuberant abound.
I hear their of life,
Falling, infinity.

is understanding,
And not truth.
Truth is the that mocks us.
Verification, the of nothing.
irony.

The fools, to live as numbers.
is it, that holds their attention,
So far from the innate
do they live?
The infinity of wisdom could not
The shit their eyes.

.... Their will, for security ....

This world, bathed in the of stupidity.
Retarded humans, etching out predetermined frameworks,
Created as a excuse for the unfounded purpose.

.... My disconsolateness supreme ....

For shall be hidden.
I so that time may know I have spoken,
And not so that is lost within my speech.

.... Throughout the silence, I the unspoken words ....

predator.
Look to your numbers .... And you be my prey!

- Greg ,1996]
[Music - Simon, / 96]