Luyện nghe bài hát The Lights at Nero's Party

How vaguely we eschew complicity You,
always run-arounds, excuses
and words we bind to
just to sullenly let
the best of things,
like, do we about the poor?
Oh yes, but we the king.

And starving for the slaughter.
A man gives up his
and the walls that keep us safe aren't anyone.
You say
to everything?

And left dieting for more
and then we're on the tor
that flanks an affair.
We've sacrificed before
so in manic heavenward
let the confession from our
that as our bodies the air
to the and the drums,
amid drunken acclaim,
we have the urge to scream name.
and hesitance or shame
affirm our among the burning.
And our bodies break,
our to remain
without an for our yearning.

Our inability, our inability.

"Oh God, our spirits
Your holy presence"