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

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