Luyện nghe bài hát Clear Liquids

(Esoterical)
and i fight and i fall and i scream and then i

and i fight and i fall and then i scream and i

(Esoterical)
Isn't this the part where the burning loses
for me
and i fight and i fall and then i and then i

Isn't this the part where the burning loses
for me
and i fight and i fall and then i and then i

(jD)
Rest assured mother and father, your doing fine,
to death depressed in debt at the depth of
regret, but mother and father rest assured, your
doing fine, just a couple times, i'm trying to lay
off the medication, i can swallow a with no
effect, it's killin' me, but i it when my liver
my flesh, lay in a tub and laugh, capsules under
the faucet, fade away the colors, problems in a
closet, i can't stand, my head beats for days, i
the pain, i never have, i've never had a drink,
never been tipsy, i will, truthfully, it really
me, scar X's on my hand like a hypocrite, the
world confesses all to Daniel a hypnotist, Dad you
can drink it down, but is all you got, I'll take
advice, and grow up to be whatever the fuck you're
not

Isn't this the where the burning feeling loses
for me
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and i

Isn't the part where the burning feeling loses
for me
and i fight and i fall and i scream and then i

(Esoterical)
Well I stand by, feelin and sober, so I take a
bottle, take a swallow, and follow my to nowhere,
80 proof and 40 of my problems are getting lost
in the process of temporary memory loss, as I
heavenly thought, sit back and take another shot,
and take another shot and just let my drop, It's
like my static, or really just another escape, a
to numb the days that take too for me to face, so
I forget, and get in my decadence, and waste a
to let clear liquids kill my consciousness,
screaming at the walls as if could fucking listen,
too to think, I can't even remember what I was
even missing, I'm sitting, waiting, wishing for
luck to kick in, morning and I'm making
to the porcelain, I wanna quit, just to say
I have an addiction, the hang over hits, and I'm
almost convinced that I could follow through it,
my solutions only make me sick, my caustic
eventually quick, and I'm craving it like an
addict, I'm panicked, holding a bottle to
swallow, the feeling follows, as I become
form of tragic.

Isn't this the part where the feeling loses
for me
and i fight and i fall and i scream and then i

Isn't this the part where the burning feeling
for me
and i fight and i fall and i scream and then i

Isn't this the where i stand by and watch the
world
I'm fallin' apart, i'm fallin apart
this the part where i stand by and watch the
world

(Esoterical)
I don't glorify i do to escape, but i don't
completely regret it either. It's like Wilde
said, "To regret own experience is to arrest
one's own development. To deny one's own is
to put a lie into the lips of life. It is no less
than a of the soul."