Luyện nghe bài hát Substantial Guilt Vs. The Irony Of Enjoying

and I lay numb, waiting for something to happen.
sweet innocence, it so suddenly.
she crossed my on the way to nothingness,
I knew that was encountering an of purity
and in the process I've understood that I don't deserve her,
of us, humans, do.
beholding such a fatality leave you empty with grief.
life to be tarnished and sour, raped in its very essence,
but sorrow is rapidly by frustration, envy and despair.
dressed in white, a alone,
so fragile and has dawn,
to her close was exhilarating in a most vicious way.
I felt so weak, yet somehow.
One thing to another, I knew then,
that if I could not nor possess purity,
I would at least try to grasp it and choke the out of it.
and I did, oh why, I know but I did... violently,
I've her face with my bare fists till she became awfully deformed,
and dying, all twisted in terror...
I, I, I have replaced every missing teeth in her mouth
by razor sharp of glass,
slowly inserting every piece of glass in the one's gum.
why was I
I guess that is my art, to inflict purity the only thing I can give,
and unfortunately not love.
I should've feel guilty, I know, but it didn't occur.
(As I am unable to put the knife my own flesh anymore...)