Luyện nghe bài hát I

I
I - this illusion burning away all structure toward the obscene
I - to cleanse, to purge, to eternity and smother all life
Blind - mortal men of clay, divine and dying in their harnessed form
I - this furnace of hate. Bestial, pure

The swings semi-attached to the centre of all
I drug these minds into ruin and contempt - the acid smoke of burning

This is an anomaly. Disabled. What is
Not for incarceration. I crave my nothingness

This illness that whisper of, is that what makes me fail?
I see through the eyes of the
Not clear what it is to be this self I dread, the immense, the I am
The cogs turn, grinding away at ceaselessness - it to dust

Re-desintegration. Convulse. A dead - Impales this twilight
aligns. Sadistic me. Meant to devour. Despair
Sickened by the fact that immortality is not to have

A along a straight razor - dividing itself through motion
I this feeble product of god
Laughing, in the bile of millions
on the stinking flesh of the crown of creation

Solitude in splendor has been
stained with tarblack vomit
Veiling the rotting eyes of the
The strain of evolves

through worlds from chaos, to chaos, to chaos
I devour this manure of existence - infertile, barren,
redeemer. Virulent deterioration of faith

Sacrilege in persona. In truth, fundamentally
A witness to this carnage. A frenzy of animosity
The will to mutilate. deviation
The worship of the sick and will spread

derived from misconceptions
The dimensionless of truth
in the core of undoing
Untie its and set it loose

The inertia of my is clear
Premutations of worlds
I will behold the dying sky
A servant of

Progress finally, emergence of doom
Here only to the flow of life
I