Luyện nghe bài hát Violets In My Hand

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

Violence, violence in his

As a he slept on rainy roofs
Safe his father's cloven hooves
And his eyes of fire
They never figured out what it all
The of descent
So, rising the pyre and the smoke
Redeemingly soaked by the
To wash the pain
To loosen up the strain his mind
He keeps it inside

Violence, in his hands