Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Order

The mystery of all,
Is why we think the world is a mystery,
Though I imagine it any other way,
No I not for the life of me,
put forth gods and philosophies,
But the is much deeper than these toys,
The and honeyed throat of the silence,
Shows up text for it's subtext of noise.

And we know why we think it's beautiful,
And we don't even what it is,
We just know we feel it's wonderful,
of the soul in all of this.

Made one day to this being,
And merge to the great and all,
To quite the politic of dreaming,
Exit the to join the choir of the call,
This nameless this reckoner of ages,
Brings all it's children to it's world of wonder,
The unknowing ration of school,
The of god and the bones of thunder.

And we don't why we think it's beautiful,
And we don't even what it is,
We know we feel that it's wonderful,
Singer of the in all of this.

Folded somewhere deep this day,
Are the unassembled parts of a eternity,
Where all the chaotic moments coalesce into order,
And we really are is all we could never be,
spent in the vain pursuits of living,
Only to push us into next world wasted,
Our left unused and laying on the map,
And the rain water wine the vintage tasted.

But when our lives are given back over to this mother,
The beyond all senses will forgive all that was other.

And we know why we it's beautiful,
Because we know what it is,
To come alive just to the wonderful,
There couldn't be any than this.