Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Silence

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

I had my highs and
When on top, I let you peek out my nose
Sitting on my shoulders and I if I had a backbone,
you might still be
My is filthy..
from my lows when you there. But to keep from feeling guilty
I collected the dirt...Kept it up
Now Mr Feel Nothing saves his inside of a cup
and he drinks. And he that he's an asshole
Jealous of his ghosts and doubts he even has a soul

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

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

They get half of what I to give...IF THAT
all about the packaging. They're distracted by the gift rap.

Predictable. to manipulate
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 back my mother's womb
I need a zone,
But obviously I need to find another
To my own...and always 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.

Went to the 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 goodbye kiss while I settle for less
I'm unsettled at best. Sulking while settlements
Insulting my companions intelligence...conversing baby talk
Playing mind games. Rehearsing with playful thought.

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

not

I've got mud to sling...

Shot.