Luyện nghe bài hát Tongues

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

I bury the nomad
in the earth
Couldn't exorcise searing
Pecking

you say
Yet strikes
In strangest
As the viper in our

Tongue, throat,
Slayer of the
And of vision

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

No power to retrieve
My stolen
through the illiterate
Fingers of

Flies let sickness be
From the cupped of bedlam

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

The red patterns,
and even claw
Decoying pandemonic symmetry

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

To inject their truths me