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

Still grinding teeth, to follow you home
I'll the world 'cause this plan is slow
Wait across the in the parking lot
The tree is dead, the front door is

The moments I framed have and crumbled
us by the throat then I choked and stumbled
This will never work, this will never
Check my pulse as I dirt

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

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

And I have no for this
He needs somebody to leech off of
(Somebody else to off of)
The one contact I loved so much
But my own heart
could possibly be within?

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

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

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