Luyện nghe bài hát The Noise Of Depression

I cry and my eyes spill blood the floor.
Acheron in silence,
And the noise my pain.
No to speak.
Not enough hope left to weep. Anymore:

I on through the noise,
for relief.
my mind.
Only intoxication distorts is the time I can laugh,
When clear I laugh only scorn.

For I have of the blackest,
And each sight taken from me.
Such
Such
desolation:
Such death:and travelled for it in times of silence.

Close to so many times.
When my been shattered,
my anger's been unbound.
And my torn soul has out for death.

Killing myself constant abuse,
But I have awoken,
My still bleeding,
And the it still carries on:

[Music - Greg. 1993/94]
- Greg. Winter 1993]