Luyện nghe bài hát Weak Fantasy

These stories to us all
Are filled with sacrifice and robes of
choirs and downcast eyes
Selfhood of a ape

the crown of a heavenly spy
Forged in blood of who defy
Kiss the ring, and sing
He you dwelling in fear and sin

Fear is a choice you

Your truth
Tribal
Witchcraft filling your
Lust for
necrocracy
Every worthy of a better tale

Pick author from à la carte fantasy
Filled with suffering and
You live for the days to come
Shoveling of the upper caste

mouth in a rotting head
Sucking dry the of the scared
A storytelling we are
A crew with show-off toys

Fear is a you embrace

Your truth
poetry
Witchcraft your void
for fantasy
Male
child worthy of a better tale

From words into war of the
This one we forsake scorn
From lies, the of our love
Mother's milk laced poison for this newborn

up child, I have a story to tell
Once upon a

only truth
Tribal
filling your void
Lust for

Male
Every child of a better tale