Luyện nghe bài hát Trash Candle

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

Planting of death in the ground where their bodies bleed
The birth of the end, the of null
Haven't you heard we're the that was born to be culled?
Old new ears and we hear while we're here
The scene and has been seen and by the years
The cast for cattle and we did not disappoint
The first to go gifted us martyrdom and to anoint
The intentions pave the roads on which we travel
Is not the point of a spool to unravel?
In many ways, is an endearing cosmic candor to it
And we may marvel in ways in which we can be fluent
Current scream prudence
Please excuse if I'm crude,
the cops,
I'm maggots