Luyện nghe bài hát The Inertia

It Scream!

Eyelids In This Portrait Of Idolatry And Rot
Her Body So
Now In Hands
I Am Retouching The Of Feminine Refinement

All Scalpel Guidetd Me To My Vision
The Era Of The Vane Lilled The Beauty Of

Paralyzed Awe
Face
A Canvas

Blooming Like A
Narcissistic
And Repulsed At Your Own Sight

Eyelids Scrutinize In This Portrait Of And Rot
Her Body So
Now Broken By My
I Am Retouching To The Of Repulsion

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

Atrociously
By A Vision,
A Of Skin Consumed

The Era Of The Vane Killed The Beauty Of
Blatant Display Of Plasticine

And The Big Mass Is
You Are So
Crafted By The Hands
Torn By The Finest Tools
Put Together Like A Menstrual Soup

You Are So
Lit Disgust To My 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 Retouching In A Tell-Tale Of Caught