Luyện nghe bài hát Winteryear

(dedicated to Abhinanda)

A winteryear, five before the future
Just after the end of
a headless vulcano
Couloring the
Its is cut off
The sewer drinks its

The penis
The modern
In the
Of

In civilisation
Empty words between the walls
As swills down dried throats
to the songs of living dead
They knock at your splintered

Stripped
A creature itself
Here the belief
In

Men weep and die
Men breed and sleep
The library up in flames
Nothing left but trivial
Lines drawn with greedy
The words is on the phone - an
The gun lights a cigarette
To celebrate the

I rather for something
die for nothing
If the river nearby
Don't me in