Luyện nghe bài hát Violets In My Hand

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

Violence, in his hand

As a child he on rainy roofs
Safe from his father's cloven
And his eyes of fire
They never figured out it all meant
The fear of
So, rising from the pyre and the
Redeemingly by the rain
To away the pain
To loosen up the strain upon his
He keeps it inside

Violence, in his hands