Luyện nghe bài hát Circuits of Fever

You are my out pages
All the wasted
The old weapons
Spit blood at dawn, closed

You're an ivory
in glass captive
You're a falling
Sharp little teeth goodnight

He was upside and drifting
In an endless of night
The terror in waves
Each one pushing him from the shore

You are a mirror
Silver paper in the
A desperate
Sharp little of fever

I can feel the unslept hours, see all the
I can hear the ticking of
Old record running down, you can't it
You get by the sound

He an ocean in the dial tone
Every night after the sleeping goes down
He wants to believe that he exist
He's everywhere and he's nowhere all at

We'll fill the out page, we'll burn the traces
turn the unslept hours to days
Old running down
We'll flip it and sing the songs we've never heard
Now, now, now, now, now, now,