Luyện nghe bài hát Stengah

Lacerating of degeneration
through your trembling mind
Still, in machine-like
You another mile

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

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

Control, superior
Now a pet at chaos' feet
Pulling the leash as it the scent
To where all recedes

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

Beaten to the unforgiving
Lashed submission
By the inner starving
By its unrelenting
Still you claim the worshipers and you bow
You kneel to the

Answering to authorities of sedation
Their calls the only ones
A worn out soldier by their contagion
A drone at their feet

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