Luyện nghe bài hát That Which Erodes the Most Tender of Things

Won't you rest ruined head my weary child
This would twas not for
I you now the promised land
Not one breath did you heave stilly

Unto this earth so soundly in my arms
A slug-like trail of ochre fluids where danced
The sun is now I hold a modest hand in vain
My lung emit a
What would take these tiny eyes and show them to the dark
Gods a lie

Never born this den of sin
That which erodes the most of things
the eve have fallen
The are sinking low
Shadows would hide life
In him could grow

A gaze peers from the cradle black
Imagining his shining eyes sockets staring back
Witness the skeletal the world would shun
Reject the purest of love
A to her son

I to nurse him
I almost smile
I entertain the
That he did this while
But he's dead to world
Carved out like my heart
Soaked up and washed so
son unconditionally

In our secret world
delecate crudely frowned upon
In our love undone

Never into this den of sin
That which erodes the most tender of
the eve has fallen
The are sinking low
Shadows would hide that
In him could grow

A hollow gaze peers from the cradle
Imagining his shining eyes sockets staring back
Witness the skeletal the world would shun
Reject the purest of love
A mother to her rotting son