Luyện nghe bài hát Wrath Pounding

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

Thurty X's and thirty more the fallen a of rot in my head
Faceless, nameless, bug-eyed, ugly over and over, the voices
Banging fraps on my door! before, never before
I'm losing control tell if it's real or in my mind
in a quagmire of monotony we see the slaves
Control, no avow
When all paths and roads toward no escape we will
Rise or fall by the wayside of storm

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

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

We are pounded fear
Day in day out to its foul ends
With no of hope at all
When all paths and roads lead no escape
We will rise or fall by the of this storm
Wrath