Luyện nghe bài hát Burning Down the Nicotine Armoire, Pt. 2

Still grinding teeth, trying to follow you
I'll stop the world 'cause this is slow
across the street in the parking lot
The is dead, the front door is locked

The moments I framed cracked and crumbled
Grabbed us by the throat then I choked and
This will never work, this will never
Check my as I swallow dirt

I'm cutting myself with my own
I never to write about you
(I never meant to about you)
The one contact that I so much
But my own heart
What possibly be within?

Do you about your actions?
Do you ever what the consequences are?
(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a dollar syringe)
The dullness of
(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a dollar syringe)
The of existence
(I'm dressed in white, shine so bright, so tight)

And I have no sympathy for
He needs somebody else to off of
(Somebody to leech off of)
The one that I loved so much
But passing my own
What could possibly be

Do you think your actions?
Do you ever wonder what the consequences
(Your licensed M. got stabbed with a five dollar syringe)
The dullness of
(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five syringe)
The dullness of

Prescribed the throat, I the antidote
It's mind over matter
Prescribed the throat, I the antidote
fucking mind over matter
Prescribed the throat, I the antidote
fucking mind over matter
Prescribed the throat, I the antidote
It's mind over matter
My are rested
And manifest in you can't forget
My concepts are
And manifest in ways you forget

(My are rested)
If you're gonna the uniform
You better sell the
Don't come to my house for a handout
(My are rested)
If gonna wear the uniform
Sell the fucking
Don't to my house...