Luyện nghe bài hát Wrath Pounding

Wrought of innocence like children playing with dolls
Considering not of convenience would forever rule our lives
The machine is dark and distant yet we all fall in
For it controls who gets the When
We are pounded fear
Day in day out enslaved to its foul ends with no of hope at all

Thurty X's and thirty the fallen a heap of rot in my head
Faceless, nameless, bug-eyed, over and over, the voices command
Banging fraps on my door! before, never before
I'm control can't tell if it's real or in my mind
Lost in a of monotony we see the slaves
Control, predestination no
When all paths and roads toward no escape we will
Rise or by the wayside of this storm

Should I answer? The may be over
They be here for me they will take me to punishment
Sweat off the fear; breath frapping again and
Pulse to burst the door unlocks and opens (not by my hand)

In silence I freeze this night silhoutted by light
by terror, pulse of force blood turns cold, so much worse

We are pounded with
Day in day out enslaved to its ends
no sign of hope at all
When all paths and lead toward no escape
We will rise or fall by the of this storm
Wrath