Luyện nghe bài hát Veiled Last Of Judgement

It comes to me these
In half-conscious-state
Staring at the lens the one ever at me
It can not to them
When toilers fall in the
One less wretch to I am a stress reliever to them

in rebellion, I am still a slave
They do not come they do not care
is Knowledge and Knowledge is Power
The God-Eye sees all and nothing

A rogue with bloody hands
staving off the serene
Exhaustion with no sleep again
Madness taking
Never knowing when they'll
Or what they will deal
Frustration carving up my
Madness hold

to evade the lens
I hate this world than myself
Before I fall, others must
Can the other be seen?

If it can, I must be the
To spy on the spies with my own
to hear voices
Quiet commands, Unveiling, Unraveling, Plotting