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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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