Luyện nghe bài hát Why?

I on gray skulls
Of hypocrites
On my shoulders I
The full of fools

I devour my own
On which my hangs
The comet shot out of my
Will not reach the borders of the

Crowds of idiots down
My pituitary gland
I over my loneliness
Surrounded by my

I must laugh at the
Of my enemies
I open my inward
For the icy of the endless existence

I want to change an icicle
Of the universal
My heart to stone
with the testicles of the life

Thousands of hammers the anvil
Of my dark
Why? Billion of