Luyện nghe bài hát Sinistrous

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

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

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

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

This world, in the filth of stupidity.
Retarded humans, etching out their frameworks,
as a pathetic excuse for the unfounded purpose.

.... My disconsolateness supreme ....

For mine be hidden.
I speak so that time may know I spoken,
And not so that time is lost my speech.

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

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

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