Luyện nghe bài hát Sullen Days

The broken ways, as I through the emptiness
Lost as empty as mine
and desolate, foreseeing the irony
Abolish the self, merge into a space
Confront the self, the whim's inside
No feelings to and portray the sullen days
As we hide the bitterness,
Embellish reality, or so told

No way, to prepare for awakening
Condense the frail mind
Keep consciousness
To to the ending days
The gods are not for you now,
a dichotomy
Ancient thoughts to prepare for the
Shutter at what knowledge hold
Sullen days for a singular way

Now I conceive a reality,
Just to kill
in mind, to silence a virus
Internal struggle containing the
Wanting to purge the
Denying my to obtain absolution
for my soul to receive its ascension

Sullen days as I dwell in this shell
Hopes of decline
Festering hate inside as I the pain within
A tormented soul tortured and bound
God agony

Broken days, in my bitter
Conform thy self, I within
Prepare to die, as I through these sullen days,
The know not my plans of destiny holds

What you know, is silence can kill
What I is silence will manifest
Hatred, within me
I of killing
If thoughts lash out, you'd all be dead

Now I conceive a reality,
Just wanting to
Murder in mind, to silence a
Internal struggle the violence
Wanting to purge the
my thoughts to obtain absolution
Pray for my soul to its ascension

Sullen days as I dwell in this empty
Hopes of decline
Festering hate - as I harbor the pain within
A tormented soul that's and bound
God fearing

days, in my bitter reality
Conform thy self, I brood
to die, as I wade through these sullen days,
They know not my plans of what destiny