Luyện nghe bài hát The Art of Suicide (Acoustic Version)

The art of suicide, and hair
flying every which-way
The too pure to hide, ridges of size
Meant to conceal lover's

Under the of moonlight and sky
easy to contemplate why

Why, why live a
That's painted with pity and sadness and
Why a dream
That's tainted trouble and less than it seems?

Why bother
Just for a poem or sad song to sing?
Why live a lie? Why a lie?

The art of suicide, and clean
Conveys a theatrical
Alas, I've she cried, veins displayed
Melodramatically

Under the arches of and sky
Suddenly easy to why

Why, why a life
That's painted with and sadness and strife?
Why dream a
That's tainted with and less than it seems?

Why bother
Just for a poem or another sad to sing?
Why live a lie? Why a lie?

Why a life
painted with pity and sadness and strife?
Why dream a
That's tainted with and less than it seems?

Why bothering
Just for a or another sad song to sing?
Why live a Why live a lie?
Why live a lie? Why a lie?

Life is not like a Sunday
With a ending where the people are disturbed
Well, should be disturbed
Because there's a that ought to be heard

Life is not a gloomy Sunday
a second ending where the people are disturbed
Well, they be disturbed
there's a lesson that really ought to be learned

The world is full of poets, we don't need any
The world is of singers, we don't need any more
The world is of lovers, we don't need any more