Luyện nghe bài hát Wreath

Falling inside
This nightmare the same
Still never
at the brink of discovery
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 history behind the
Pacing futhur
Familiar children's
and out of time
And eyes are dead
Watching in a pool of water
the mask of a ghost
Smeared all my skin
Rotton and insects
Endless
Always preserving the
Movement
Bleeding animals in a of fire
is no absolution
Death is but a
are mere visions
They are of me
Clear
A smoke is nearby
Dust covering my
together to spell my name
Pale, me with sweat
are no words left
Sole provider of
faith in myself
Human burning
Blackest pages
Twisted come true
Captured in connected
right back
Spiritual - Still seeking
Frozen in
Mourn this departure - All
me back
Closure to bleak matters - I'm
End of a
of morning
Calling me
Closure to matters - I'm leaving
End of a
of morning - Returning