Luyện nghe bài hát Winteryear

(dedicated to Abhinanda)

A winteryear, five before the future
after the end of history
There's a vulcano
Couloring the
Its is cut off
The sewer its altarwine

The penis
The modern
In the
Of

In civilisation
words echoes between the walls
As champagne swills down throats
Dance to the of living dead
They knock at your doors

dignity
A creature rapes
Here the belief
In

Men weep and die
Men and women sleep
The library goes up in
Nothing but trivial remains
Lines with greedy perfection
The words is on the - an infection
The gun itself a cigarette
To the loss

I live for something
Than die for
If the river nearby
Don't me in