Luyện nghe bài hát Torture

My unresolved
Things are just never what seem
Apathy's currencies
Pitch bending radiated

The jackal's well forgotten
cloud sunrise
The of someone somewhere else is
Burnt in my

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

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

The karma from the crack in a hand
painting on a mural in a foreign landfill
Mind by the pulley of the strings
So remote the view from the swing set

My have evolved
Scenes negated ushered in
Mercy one to one defend
The criminals descend
On all burning

A term of useless thought
What a paid
jail cell vivisection
Text day job

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

How to kick back down
How long the creeping
How low the cheat
How long the of faith

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

The binding crayon words
Injustice

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

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

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

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

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