Luyện nghe bài hát White Walls Reap Black Figures

A written home on stationary, the address marked with the author's
blood. I know his leaving was never premeditated, but eighteen on
auto-pilot...will drive someone's impulse. decapitated dolls. on action
figures. So told, not acceptable acts. They if hope was twisted
a straitjacket, it would be the perfect solution to prevent so called
mishaps. The worls so colorless. White walls masquerade the surface of
punishment (and rehabilitation) I grip the burden of shadows. I hope
you die! The of blended pasts, uninformed to their futures. The final
solution is to let me deal. Let's see you the burden of shadows. Let's
see you grip the of shadows. The burden of shadows.