Luyện nghe bài hát Tongues

Tongues in me
be the sharp and the vile
Glide neath my
through my nerves

I bury the nomad
Hours in the
Couldn't exorcise these
tongues

you say
Yet strikes
In guises
As the viper in our

Tongue, throat,
of the word
And of vision

A reign of terrors
slit up to stain the target
We're food for the hounds of
to the crows of stress

No power left to
My stolen
through the illiterate
Fingers of

Flies let be poured
From the cupped of bedlam

On account of brightness
I made friends with the and the moon
with the tide and left for the sound
Of dead instruments thrown out of

The red patterns,
Dragonrise and claw
Decoying pandemonic symmetry

Let ring a note
In the of the spheres
The streak of in the nuclear sky
whipping black tongues
Aching to me back to life

To inject truths within me