Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Silence

Had I known then what I now
Had I thought now I knew then..
I might be human
with all the stupid fix-ins
As I fix sins and vixens souls
Stitch clothes for the characters they play then switch
Nail me to the dress
The holy costs less
I'd toss
if I still had your breasts to rest my head on
Since you've gone
I recalled my with problems and hate
but I can't remember the model or make
Now glass bottles break in my grip
I'm about to take the next exit and end this head trip
My bed is of its blankets, comforters, pillows and sheets,
but I have to peel off all my skin to remove your scent in order to sleep

I had my and lows
When on top, I let you peek out over my
on my shoulders and I suppose if I had a backbone,
you still be here
My is filthy..
from my lows you weren't there. But to keep from feeling guilty
I the dirt...Kept it piling up
Now Mr Feel Nothing saves his tears of a cup
and he drinks. And he forgets that an asshole
Jealous of his ghosts and doubts that he has a soul

My secret pleasures have my demons gossiping
I'm a ghost writer for the horrorcore lyrics my personal sing

I'm sitting in a tub..
with all my clothes on...shivering...considering the of love.

They get of what I have to give...IF THAT
It's all about the packaging. They're by the gift rap.

Predictable. Easy to
They're foreshadow puppets and I'm waiting for their to break.

The pillars that once held up my halfway house have taken out.
I'm in my last days now. There's a coming soon.
I just want to crawl into my mother's womb
I need a zone,
But obviously I need to another home
To call my own...and return to
and I it to be you

I sit and stare, out, think a lot and never sleep,
creating memories to remember and then I to eat.

to the street you used to live on, staring at the bedroom window of your old home
with eyes...waiting for God to throw me a bone.

I'd settle for one more goodbye while I settle for less
I'm unsettled at best. Sulking abandoning settlements
Insulting my companions intelligence...conversing baby talk
Playing with mind games. Rehearsing with thought.

Its the way we that made my blood bubble then turn cold,
when you made me walk through rain and mud down a dirt road.
it left me so
me..

not

I've got mud to sling...

Shot.