Luyện nghe bài hát Stengah

Lacerating of degeneration
Speed your trembling mind
Still, in strife
You gain another

The temporary elusive goal, to the solace
To once more upon the synthetic reaper of loss
No the outcome, the cost

Cold and stinging needs tearing the halls
Of your defiled, flesh temple with its closing walls
Still you claim the worshipers and you bow
You

Control, once
Now a docile pet at feet
the leash as it trails the scent
To all hurt recedes

Your past a patch in mind
Your future once now thin dreams
Toward the lights of need you
To drink your vein the shine

to the unforgiving ground
Lashed into
By the starving demon
By its hand
Still you the worshipers pose and you bow
You kneel to the

Answering to authorities of sedation
Their calls the only heeded
A out soldier touched by their contagion
A battered drone at feet

You're the one
An outcast set afire by your war
Your burning so far astray
A combustion fanned from your core