Luyện nghe bài hát Tetragammaton

Tell me it's
awaits
i've been to the
and is there
eyelids muffled
in the nerve sound
but she awakes
will she be with us

my is darkclots
year is late
how did you get
ask all but the
from a that went hissing
constricting his
we summon by candle by and by bell

coats my skin
glycerin and
stuffed the voice of god
mirrors to the

the goes mourning
it's hail
slothful the
preys on the seed
shall behead the
under sleeves
i hope you have
in a thicket of

me a moment
to what you've stole
the streets will high
stretch ribs and let
we'll cover the with silver nitrate
mending the cuts of prosthetic faith

glossolalia my skin
and turbulence
stuffed the inside of god
to the animals

then so
dear
assume the
you've given me and spill

now on
hold my hand
say they made you
but you brought your own
tell me no no
say i'm the one

by the
you read my
of and itch
to comply
as failure to
and still you know everything
i've built the

sulking drained the of my pale will
by your steps
licking the ankles of guilts
it only to drape a plastic
over the stuck pig scalp of
to cover the sock where the had spread
the kiosk in my lobe
is shaped rosalyn carter
she my map is home again
but torn down
i have only but a blemishes
to you all about
in the end they gagged me
to make him out

gas me the
of your legged snare
picks the eye
but no there
down drags waltz
cross the top
a sleep that
depravation
your form
i'm void of
i'd ask to
but the stays on

levitate
teutonic
is the wrath
of my

in the end just gagged me
to make him out

you locked the
erupts
will you drink the
of my red

you and false
to god
you've one in the
but your got stuck

let the sound
of a cry for
but all was
on the you walked

palms through eyes
serve your lost
i contaminate with

in the end they just me
to make him out

glossolalia my skin
glycerin and
the voice inside of god
mirrors to the

wait it get my hands on you
i won't a face that left me

you wait
till i get my on you
i
you won't

unwrap my
and let it
in the eye of the
i get out

they'll my wrist
i'll a pulse
i'm not the
you i was

if you pet the
sixth dice
if you the seven
st. michael

they'll be no
don't shut my
i the answer
you're of