Luyện nghe bài hát Stengah

Lacerating of degeneration
through your trembling mind
Still, in strife
You another mile

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

Cold and stinging needs tearing through the
Of your defiled, made temple with its closing walls
Still you claim the pose and you bow
You

Control, once
Now a pet at chaos' feet
Pulling the as it trails the scent
To where all hurt

Your past a patch in mind
Your once now thin dreams filed
Toward the lights of you strive
To into your vein the shine

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

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

the one betrayed
An outcast set by your inner war
Your burning so far astray
A combustion from within your core