Luyện nghe bài hát Time For Bedlamn

Descending the cold of the institution for the politically insane
Never to be again
farewell to daylight
From henceforth I shall rot in bed of wet straw

Right the ashes of life...
I learned to
to believe
not to say
From cradle to

Ah...
Like a good slave!
my milk
From the tit of the state!
Clearly to suppress every thought of escape

Ah...
I to fate!
No pity... No pity!
Don't no pity for me in this filthy cell
see you in hell... see you in hell!

Frozen in time, I'm a pinned to my throne
With an army of butterflies pilloried and prone

Ah...
We never alone!
No pity! No pity! want no pity for me in this filthy cell
see you in hell...

After centuries of living with nothing but my
Broken fingers through the walls of my incarceration
Escaping the clutches of eternal
I was justified...