Luyện nghe bài hát Tongues

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

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,
of the word
And of vision

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

No power left to
My language
through the illiterate
Fingers of

let sickness be poured
From the cupped of bedlam

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

The red patterns,
Dragonrise and even
Decoying pandemonic symmetry

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

To inject their truths me