Luyện nghe bài hát Visitation

The path I set out on took a
the axis shifted
This is not the I envisioned
What's done is
The is committed
Now the has come home to roost
He with blood on his hands
Caught in the trap of
the laws of supply and

My is boiling.

I feel my own skin
I can see it crawling
Can't all these sins
But I can see them down.
no escape from building tension
The pressure valve has been
A lost plot in constant
A rising that's never abated
You know enough 'til too much
The envelope is
Too far gone now to my course and be subjugated

And my blood boiling.

is a labour of hate.
This is how I choose to
The way I know to exist
The is hard and the cost is high
But I was for this,
My of hate.