Luyện nghe bài hát Tongues

Tongues in me
Yours be the sharp and the
neath my skin
Storm through my

I the nomad years
Hours in the
Couldn't these searing
Pecking

you say
Yet strikes
In strangest
As the in our eyes

Tongue, throat,
Slayer of the
And of vision

A reign of terrors
Throats slit up to stain the
We're food for the of trauma
Prey to the crows of

No power left to
My language
Filtered the illiterate
Fingers of

let sickness be poured
From the cupped of bedlam

On of their brightness
I made with the word and the moon
Went with the and left for the sound
Of dead thrown out of tune

The red patterns,
Dragonrise and claw
Decoying pandemonic symmetry

Let ring a dissonant
In the of the spheres
The streak of promise in the sky
These black tongues
Aching to me back to life

To inject truths within me