Luyện nghe bài hát Violets In My Hand

This is a about a man
A short about the violence in his hand
On trigger
He used to taking shit
So no giving it
And his ego's getting
He's by his own civil war
Hate - he hurts the ones he
He the ones he loves and don't care for
The reaper on his floor

Violence, in his hand

As a child he slept on rainy
Safe from his father's hooves
And his mother's of fire
They never figured out it all meant
The fear of
So, rising from the pyre and the
Redeemingly by the rain
To away the pain
To loosen up the strain his mind
He keeps it inside

Violence, violence in his