Luyện nghe bài hát The Inertia

It Scream!

Eyelids Scrutinize In This Of Idolatry And Rot
Her So Fragile
Now In Post-Mortal
I Am Retouching The Of Feminine Refinement

All Soothing Scalpel Guidetd Me To My
The Era Of The Lilled The Beauty Of Creation

Paralyzed Awe
Face
A Untouched

Like A Cancer
Narcissistic
Maleficient And At Your Own Sight

Eyelids Scrutinize In Portrait Of Idolatry And Rot
Her So Fragile
Now Broken By My
I Am Retouching To The Essence Of

What Is But A Shell Yearning To Be Cracked
A Dream Chased By The Misfortuned

Atrociously
By A Vision,
A Vision Of Consumed

The Era Of The Vane The Beauty Of Creation
Blatant Display Of Horror

And The Big Is Impressed
You Are So
By The Finest Hands
Torn By The Finest Tools
Put Back Together Like A Menstrual

You Are So
Lit To My Eyes At Dusk
Are So Pitiful
Your Face Tainted And

Eyelids
In This Of Idolatry And Rot
Her So Fragile
Now By My Hands
I Am In A Tell-Tale Of Drama Caught