Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Silence

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

I had my highs and
on top, I let you peek out over my nose
Sitting on my and I suppose if I had a backbone,
you might be here
My is filthy..
from my lows when you weren't there. But to keep from guilty
I collected the dirt...Kept it up
Now Mr Nothing saves his tears inside of a cup
and he drinks. And he forgets that an asshole
Jealous of his ghosts and that he even has a soul

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

not

I've got mud to sling...

Shot.