Luyện nghe bài hát Stengah

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

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

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

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

Your past a patch in mind
Your future once now dreams filed
the lights of need you strive
To drink into your vein the

Beaten to the unforgiving
into submission
By the inner demon
By its unrelenting
Still you the worshipers pose and you bow
You to the syringe

Answering only to of sedation
Their calls the ones heeded
A worn out touched by their contagion
A battered drone at their

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