Luyện nghe bài hát Stengah

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

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

and stinging needs tearing through the halls
Of defiled, flesh made temple with its closing walls
Still you the worshipers pose and you bow
You

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

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

to the unforgiving ground
Lashed submission
By the inner starving
By its hand
Still you claim the pose and you bow
You to the syringe

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

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