Luyện nghe bài hát White Walls Reap Black Figures

A letter home on stationary, the address marked with the author's
blood. I know his leaving was premeditated, but eighteen years on
auto-pilot...will drive someone's impulse. dolls. Arson on action
figures. So told, not acceptable acts. They if hope was twisted
within a straitjacket, it would be the perfect solution to so called
mishaps. The worls seemed so colorless. White walls masquerade the of
punishment (and rehabilitation) I can't grip the burden of shadows. I
you die! The corners of 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.