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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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