Luyện nghe bài hát Torture

My motivations
are just never what they seem
Apathy's deceit
Pitch radiated dreams

The jackal's wishing forgotten
Dark cloud
The of someone somewhere else is
Burnt in my

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

How low the clear 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 in a foreign landfill
Mind controlled by the of the strings
So remote the view the puppetry swing set

My have evolved
Scenes once negated in
Mercy killing one to one
The visionary descend
On all burning

A of useless lifeless thought
a paid ride
Alchemic jail vivisection
subject day job

How long to
How low you still
How low from up
How low the tripping

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

These revelations
Controlled belief in leads
Each penny and mesmerized
We're stoned, two fold reversal

The crayon words inverted
travestia

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

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

We worship acid and curbside 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, wake up, wake up, up

We everything that's not tied down
We euthanize but alive the lowest form of prison life
So useful and
Treatment of the sick and

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