Luyện nghe bài hát Bleeding Ceremony

I was taught to always be nice so I open on impulse
Always make on the sidewalk though I notice no one else does
They plow through knocking you down
a smug look on their faces
So I stay home writing my in my fantasy oasis
Would it be out of
To spend the of my life in my head?
While I'm running my thumb all along on a edge?
Getting warm in the tub while I'm the clouds
Of the I spread

But I said
What I to say
What I to say
I wanted to say
What I to say
Was DEAD.

I'm a loner, like or not. A Marat. Inside I'm
Purified my masochism in a bleeding
a candle, open my hand, and I'll end retaliations
From the dog cowardice here in the gauchest of the nations

Would it be too
To spend the of my time in my head?
Am I hurting myself to Like Orson's sled?
I've been waiting so long for the words to song
I bet I to death

But I said
I wanted to say
What I to say
I wanted to say
What I to say
Was DEAD.

Now I hope magically I will emerge back into life
Even though I'm now in a hemlock bath of wine
Become a hero swinging my sword in a bloody ancient
And leave the here ruined by guilt where they need to thin the herd

DEAD.

Was I wanted to say
I wanted to say
Was DEAD.

I wanted to say
What I to say
Was DEAD.

I wanted to say
What I to say
I wanted to say...