Luyện nghe bài hát Wrath Pounding

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

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

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

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

We are pounded with
Day in day out enslaved to its foul
no sign of hope at all
When all and roads lead toward no escape
We will or fall by the wayside of this storm
Pounding