Luyện nghe bài hát Starving Artiste

I made a pact not to sleep the end
All of the dreamers are stuck in beds
off the attraction to always play dead
I'm tortured by noise in half hour sets

ringing, your mouth ran for miles
But hasn't gone anywhere, lost

I the word on the street
And it nothing to me
So how do you me now?

Where's passion?
The renaissance man is a of the past
To you it's
Dress up, address
keeps us from resting

The jackals circle for the
I try to fight it off but consuming me

The rapture has begun
While you sleep, they watch you
And you can bet it worse
When the moon into the sun
While you dream, both ends are

Pray for one chance
They will steal the air your lungs
In the of the hearse
Overturned as your prolapse
Wake before, it's too fucking late

everyone has a skeleton key
When everyone rots in
When everyone is sleeping off the

You the blinds
As cauterize what lives inside
You the blinds
As cauterize what lives inside