Luyện nghe bài hát The Unseen

My
A trait of war
to an endless oblivion
I see beyond this fixation
As it gouged my out

I'll
But hit the ground

gazes surround me for I am not atoned

Now me breathe
the last bites of air from this cellar
My lungs by anticipation
As I prepare to enter the other

fall
But never hit the
I
But never hit the

Constellations through suffocation
Air vanished through the
Let to rot eternally in dimensions unreal
Hell is the corner
And here

is the autobiography of a murderer