Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenological

A bag of revelations.
Count my in grams.
"I am" just "was".
Now sleeping. are useless.
are truthless and love to waste time,
making reasons for hormone shifts we fate.
Our love and our hate are just confusions.

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

So I wash myself in for not seeing through this,
and becoming trapped once again in adrenal reasoning
that controls my ability 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 this volatility,
and to hold on is the one and only way to feel.

(chorus)