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 is dead, the front door is locked

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

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

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

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

Do you think about actions?
Do you ever wonder the consequences are?
(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a dollar syringe)
The of existence
(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 mind over matter
the throat, I need the antidote
It's mind over matter
Prescribed the throat, I need the
It's mind over matter
My are rested
And manifest in you can't forget
My concepts are
And in ways 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 you're gonna wear the
the fucking cookies
Don't to my house...