Luyện nghe bài hát Torture

My motivations
Things are never what they seem
Apathy's currencies
Pitch radiated dreams

The jackal's well forgotten
cloud sunrise
The view of somewhere else is
in my eyes

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

How low the eyed stain
How to set aflame
How low to be set up
How and taken out

The karma from the crack in a hand
Full painting on a mural in a landfill
controlled by the pulley of the strings
So remote the from the puppetry swing set

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

A term of useless lifeless
a paid ride
Alchemic cell vivisection
subject day job

How to pacify
How low you still
How low up above
How low the tripping

How to kick back down
How the creeping crown
How low the holy
How the leap of faith

These revelations
Controlled belief in mankind
penny sold and mesmerized
We're stoned, two reversal beckoning

The binding words inverted
travestia

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

How low the eyed stain
How long to set
How low to be set up
How long and out

We worship acid moans and holidays
Recycle shit we throw away in glossy packaged
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 tied
We euthanize but keep alive the lowest form of life
So useful and
of the sick and dying

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