Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenological

A bag of revelations.
Count my in grams.
Never "I am" "was".
Now sleeping. are useless.
are truthless and love to waste time,
making reasons for hormone we call fate.
Our love and our hate are inside-outside confusions.

And all I am is a malleable happening,
and all that I have is this web of beliefs...

So I wash myself in condemnation for not through this,
and becoming trapped again in this adrenal reasoning
that apparently controls my to filter out,
the useless in this violent sea... of passion.

(chorus)
in my head.
Reflexive blindness, fever.
in my head.

I've come to find that there's no meaning without volatility,
and struggling to hold on is the one and way to feel.

(chorus)