Luyện nghe bài hát Tongues

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

I bury the years
Hours in the
Couldn't exorcise searing
Pecking

you say
Yet venom
In strangest
As the viper in our

Tongue, throat,
Slayer of the
And stealer of

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

No left to retrieve
My stolen
through the illiterate
Fingers of

Flies let sickness be
From the hands of bedlam

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

The red patterns,
and even claw
Decoying pandemonic symmetry

Let a dissonant note
In the of the spheres
The of promise in the nuclear sky
These whipping black
Aching to me back to life

To inject their within me