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

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

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

I'm myself with my own morals
I never meant to write you
(I never meant to write you)
The one contact 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 of existence
(Your licensed M. got stabbed with a five dollar syringe)
The of existence
(I'm dressed in white, so bright, hair 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 be within?

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

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

(My are rested)
If you're wear 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
Don't to my house...