Luyện nghe bài hát Trash Candle

I found myself in a sea of people
Map markers ascribed to each one of steeples
Under the all men are created evil
Equipped equine engines to labor for legs feeble
the mind's eye, blinded by lies
The path, forked like a tongue
Laugh, the lord of the
Weeping savor seductive antitheses, woe,

Planting seeds of death in the where their bodies bleed
The birth of the end, the of null
Haven't you heard we're the herd that was to be culled?
Old news new ears and we while we're here
The scene and has seen and replayed by the years
The cast called for cattle and we did not
The first to go us martyrdom and saints to anoint
The purest intentions the roads on which we travel
Is not the point of a spool surely to
In many ways, there is an endearing cosmic to it
And we may only in ways in which we can be fluent
Current themes prudence
Please excuse if I'm crude,
the cops,
I'm maggots