Luyện nghe bài hát Tongues

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

I the nomad years
in the earth
Couldn't exorcise these
Pecking

you say
Yet venom
In strangest
As the in our eyes

Tongue, throat,
Slayer of the
And of vision

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

No left to retrieve
My language
Filtered through the
Fingers of

let sickness be poured
From the cupped of bedlam

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

The red patterns,
Dragonrise and claw
Decoying from symmetry

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

To inject their within me