Luyện nghe bài hát Torture

My unresolved
Things are just what they seem
currencies deceit
Pitch bending radiated

The wishing well forgotten
Dark cloud
The view of someone else is
Burnt in my

How dug up remains
How low the fame
How low to see through
Low the hole I knew

How low the clear stain
How to set aflame
How low to be set up
How long and out

The ant-like from the crack in a hand
Full painting on a mural in a landfill
Mind controlled by the pulley of the
So the view from the puppetry swing set

My reservations evolved
once negated ushered in
Mercy one to one defend
The criminals descend
On all burning

A term of useless lifeless
What a paid
Alchemic jail cell
subject day job

How to pacify
How low you deny
How low from up
How low the tripping

How long to kick back
How the creeping crown
How low the cheat
How the leap of faith

These revelations
Controlled in leads mankind
Each penny sold and
stoned, two fold reversal beckoning

The binding crayon words
Injustice

How long dug up
How low the fame
How low to see through
How the hole I knew

How low the clear eyed
How to set aflame
How low to be set up
How long and out

We acid moans and curbside holidays
shit we throw away in glossy packaged craze
Maybe in a day or so I'll stumble on that grassy
To set the record
Announcing to myself, up, wake up, wake up

We kill everything that's not down
We euthanize but keep alive the lowest form of prison
So and experimental
of the sick and dying

What the torture?
What about the
What about the
about the torture?