Luyện nghe bài hát Buttersnips

Flesh of the ground
Kneel and
to no avail
Myth strikes our

existence
Jaded by progress
Feeding, a of the shadow below
the absolute

Crashing
their eyes
One can see
Fear
by their minds
Caught in
Don't
All see
Vacant
Shaping

In this moment we cannot what we are
Form a on turning wings
And carve a way to

Pray, you just weep

Wait for a to grow
folds
The falling of
The above

Repose within our
with a taste
Transposed image of
Lost the frame, end of days

This time all surpass

In all sense of life decays


All shall to the sand through forever
We again

Savior
ending
to me