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 the street in the parking lot
The is dead, the front door is locked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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