Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hate, Warm Blood

Late last night at rest with my
I'm by a victim of hate
A group, yet they're one and the same
would never live
Nor would they have a
A baby too to walk or to talk
Rocked to sleep with a big, rock
Becomes a tot with a baleful
Sucked life by a shortage of air

A child time without gender
Metamorphing to
Each for one older and still
No end to how each could be

By chance in the polyverse i'm all of
Each to fall prey with ease
To who knows ambiguous marasmus
It asked at once
And the answers

To things far removed from my
Or need to and thus it thanked me
For it death's multiplicitous masques
And life's thankless laborious

January, born alas
February, still still as glass
through a formative period you must
April child, in god,
May comes and and shortlived is the hope
June is the halfway mark of rope
July child end of time
August in slow decline
September, starts to fail
October's child, the ails
child malingers on
December's is dead and gone