Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenological

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

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

So I wash myself in condemnation for not seeing this,
and becoming once again in this adrenal reasoning
apparently 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 without volatility,
and struggling to hold on is the one and way to feel.

(chorus)