Luyện nghe bài hát Starving Artiste

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

Ears ringing, your mouth ran for
But gone anywhere, you're lost

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

Where's passion?
The man is a thing of the past
To you it's
up, don't address
What keeps us resting

The jackals for the feast
I try to it off but it's consuming me

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

for one more chance
They will the air from your lungs
In the back of the
Overturned as insides prolapse
before, before it's too fucking late

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

You the blinds
As they what lives inside
You the blinds
As they what lives inside