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

Still grinding teeth, trying to follow you
I'll stop the 'cause this plan is slow
Wait across the 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 never work
Check my pulse as I dirt

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

Do you about your actions?
Do you ever wonder what the are?
(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a dollar syringe)
The of existence
(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed 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 to leech off of
(Somebody else to off of)
The one that I loved so much
But passing my own
What could be within?

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

Prescribed the throat, I the antidote
It's fucking mind over
Prescribed the throat, I need the
It's fucking mind over
Prescribed the throat, I the antidote
It's fucking mind matter
Prescribed the throat, I the antidote
It's fucking mind over
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 wear the uniform
You sell the cookies
Don't come to my house asking for a
(My are rested)
If gonna wear the uniform
the fucking cookies
Don't to my house...