Luyện nghe bài hát Trash Candle

I found drowning in a sea of people
Map markers ascribed to one of their steeples
Under the pretext: all men are evil
with equine engines to labor for legs feeble
Following the mind's eye, by lies
The path, forked like a serpent's
Laugh, the lord of the
Weeping savor seductive antitheses, woe,

Planting seeds of in the ground where their bodies bleed
The birth of the end, the of null
Haven't you we're the herd that was born to be culled?
Old news new ears and we hear we're here
The and has been seen and replayed by the years
The cast called for and we did not disappoint
The first to go gifted us and saints to anoint
The purest intentions pave the on which we travel
Is not the point of a spool to unravel?
In ways, there is an endearing cosmic candor to it
And we may marvel only in in which we can be fluent
Current themes prudence
excuse if I'm crude, hence
the cops,
I'm bleeding