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

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

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

I'm cutting with my own morals
I never meant to write you
(I never meant to write you)
The one contact that I so much
But my own heart
could possibly be within?

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

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

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

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

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