Luyện nghe bài hát Stengah

Lacerating pains of
through your trembling mind
Still, in strife
You gain mile

The elusive goal, to reach the solace
To feed once more upon the reaper of loss
No matter the outcome, the

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

Control, superior
Now a docile pet at chaos'
the leash as it trails the scent
To where all hurt

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

Beaten to the ground
into submission
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 ones
A worn out touched by their contagion
A battered at their feet

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