Luyện nghe bài hát White Walls Reap Black Figures

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