Luyện nghe bài hát Violets In My Hand

This is a about a man
A story about the violence in his hand
On trigger
He ain't used to taking
So no giving it
And his ego's getting
scarred by his own civil war
Hate - he hurts the he hates
He hurts the ones he loves and don't for
The reaper on his floor

Violence, violence in his

As a child he on rainy roofs
from his father's cloven hooves
And his mother's eyes of
They never out what it all meant
The of descent
So, rising from the and the smoke
Redeemingly soaked by the
To wash away the
To loosen up the strain upon his
He still it inside

Violence, in his hands