Luyện nghe bài hát Wreath

Falling again
This always the same
Still never
Halting at the brink of
Moving into the
inside to cover up
Dragging me and under
and undone at once
Old
I'm not in but wish to know
What are the
The behind the walls
Pacing futhur
children's laughter
Dissonant and out of
And eyes are dead
Watching myself in a pool of
the mask of a ghost
Smeared all my skin
Rotton earth and
night
Always preserving the
Movement
Bleeding animals in a field of
There is no
Death is but a
are mere visions
They are of me
Clear
A smoke is nearby
Dust covering my
Blend together to my name
Pale, covered me with
There are no words
Sole provider of
Distorted faith in
Human harvest
Blackest turning
Twisted perception come
Captured in connected
Staring back
Spiritual decay - Still
in time
Mourn this departure - All
me back
Closure to bleak matters - I'm
End of a
Coming of
me back
Closure to bleak matters - I'm
End of a
Coming of morning -