Luyện nghe bài hát Source

An stare, a stupid grin.
palms and cold within.
Delete calculations, adapt to a brand new breed.
movements, the smell of caffeine

Won't ever see me turning the other cheek, tooth for a tooth, I more than you lies.
Won't ever see me walking away, not forgiving, I admit that I'm wrong.

Can't rid the disease, a of release, the source will pull you under.
rid the disease, a need of release, or a way to end it.

Twitching muscles, an head.
hurting, unable to think straight.
A future would have been, among the lost.
Among deceivers, himself.

Wont see me...

rid the disease...