Luyện nghe bài hát Turk

I cannot this black psychology
My walls are closing in on me
The rage that surfaces is not my
like a devil taking all control

The lives in me and will not leave
Like a magician pain up that sleeve

The of God is to unfold
Memories
For every a rhyme
The joke is father

We melt in sexuality
Substance abuse and
A obsession no one else would know
Questions unanswered, how far can go?

The of torment, my blood's boiling
To break shell, to do what's so obscene

The sight of God is to
Memories
For every a rhyme
The joke is

The sight of God is to
untold
For every a rhyme
The joke is time

The sight of God is to
untold
For every poem's a
The is father

The sight of God is to
untold
For every a rhyme
The joke is time