Luyện nghe bài hát The Trauma Coil

Another night on the catherine wheel
Drawn a corner
A symphony of resounding shrieks in my
I court a sure, death
But no quarter
A paper soul tears the heart from the
Searing is the morning, a tenement of
Lost the attic
On the floor with a head full of rain
with the shadows of shelter and smiles
Bleeding in a
Fever-staggered and a mouth so dry
Three words collapse
Blind and chasing
years of night time and a heart made of tin
Allow your the length of a table
I no brother
Lash out at their smiles and walk in through their
As my knowledge, does the
Split my being past days
In decision, in
In the of old ways
With precision, in my
I perceive the still
Imposition, these calling
kisses, or the kill?
Together we
We so still
Indifference, hollow
Bathes the of this lost home
So futile, all
Affectations, to roam
Ever spinning, actress
Answered to the call
The price, yet again we sit
And watch our private rome
I am not
No, not at all