Luyện nghe bài hát Torture

My unresolved
Things are just what they seem
Apathy's currencies
Pitch radiated dreams

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

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

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

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

My have evolved
Scenes negated ushered in
Mercy killing one to one
The visionary criminals
On all burning

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

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

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

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

The binding crayon inverted
Injustice

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

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

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

We kill everything not tied down
We euthanize but keep alive the lowest form of prison
So useful and
Treatment of the sick and

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