Luyện nghe bài hát We're Sustained By The Corpse Of A Fallen Constellation

Fallow fields have fallen, sallow,
Victim to encryption, disclosing an plea.
And the sang of the scorpion sun. to impale impaling impaled who for mercy begged for drought and blight.
to impale impaled.
in the shadow of a new found impermanence
our new pyramids fashioned in cloth and the stars of the
sun.
to inspire, ventilate, increase volume,
deceased.
threatened by the breeze
to impale impaled
threatened by the slightest breeze, the winds are stirring buried miles of a fabric fallen
hollow constellation shallow flat forget-me-not
(dissertion) no goodbyes, just carbon in wind

resting fiercely on an early afternoon facade, ash the
have risen, elevated in our loss.
And the winds have wearing fiercely on our cloth facade
horizons grown a sickly, pale
to impale impaled
threatened by the slightest breeze and grown a sickly pale(insert a method) parse a tense a perfect past(insert a single method)
and is this proof that clutching hasn't let me go?
we're sustained by the corpse of a constellation.