Luyện nghe bài hát White Noise / Black Silence

Time in will end
Flames of
Fingers felt the
Hand feeds the flame

the drought
Itching to join the

Wishing was sound
desires out
Wishing was sound
but as to the flame...
...we go

You the
take sides in three dimensions
importance
confined the page

Scan for rapture
look for an instant

Mere moments pass and still it
detached from insight, thought and
Ever it lost its edge
in the noise forever be
in the of information
the nail that sticks

Venting a stench
the fevered self
behind a traitor's

the consequence
taken back in the eyes of
A nobody
and locked away

Working the again
Giving the wrath