Luyện nghe bài hát Stengah

Lacerating pains of
Speed through trembling mind
Still, in machine-like
You another mile

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

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

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

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

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

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

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