Luyện nghe bài hát Wrath Pounding

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

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

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

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

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