Luyện nghe bài hát Wrath Pounding

Wrought of blind like children playing with dolls
Considering not technology of convenience would forever our lives
The machine is dark and yet we all fall in line
For it controls who gets the scraps;
We are with fear
Day in day out to its foul ends with no sign of hope at all

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

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

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

We are with fear
Day in day out enslaved to its foul
With no sign of at all
When all paths and lead toward no escape
We will rise or fall by the wayside of this
Pounding