Luyện nghe bài hát Wrath Pounding

Wrought of blind like children playing with dolls
not technology of convenience would forever rule our lives
The machine is and distant yet we all fall in line
For it controls who gets the scraps;
We are pounded with
Day in day out enslaved to its ends 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 and over, the voices command
Banging fraps on my door! Never before, before
I'm losing control can't tell if it's real or in my
Lost in a quagmire of monotony we see the
Control, predestination no
all paths and roads lead toward no escape we will
Rise or fall by the wayside of storm

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

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

We are with fear
Day in day out enslaved to its foul
With no of hope at all
all paths and roads lead toward no escape
We will rise or by the wayside of this storm
Wrath