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

and I lay numb, for something worst to happen.
innocence, it happened so suddenly.
she my path on the way to nothingness,
I knew that was encountering an of purity
and in the process I've quickly understood that I don't her,
of us, humans, do.
beholding such a fatality you empty with bitter grief.
seem to be tarnished and sour, raped in its very essence,
but is rapidly replaced by frustration, envy and despair.
in white, a child alone,
so and beautiful has dawn,
to hold her close was exhilarating in a vicious way.
I so weak, yet empowered somehow.
One thing leading to another, I then,
if I could not experience nor possess purity,
I would at least try to it and choke the life out of it.
and I did, oh why, I don't but I did... violently,
I've pummelled her face with my bare fists she became awfully deformed,
and dying, all twisted in terror...
I, I, I forcefully replaced every missing teeth in her mouth
by sharp shards of glass,
slowly inserting piece of glass in the little one's gum.
why was I
I that is my art, to inflict upon purity the only thing I can give,
and it's not love.
I feel guilty, I know, but it simply didn't occur.
(As I am unable to put the knife trough my own anymore...)