Luyện nghe bài hát Departure

He was in his room, awake, half asleep
The walls of the room to alter angles
Elongating and alternately
Then twisting around completely so
He was on the opposite of the room
A of the light and too much caffeine, he thought
Then a knock on the door
And sound was the same dark brown tone
As the wood of which the was made
At first he thought he'd it
Because it would not have been out of
With the other strange events of that night
But it came again, only heavier this time
With a sense of real urgency, so pulling up
And through pools of moonlight and shadow
He made his way across the room towards the door
And slowly, apprehensively, raised the

The latch became a fingertip, his own

Energy sapping as a new form, the edge of his emotions
His power his agony, his power knew no bounds
Whereas before, his peace have it's vastness
His prerogative became an endless of the all impossible
His final soul is flying with the contempt
Even the legendary backward deep with
Eternity's stone in peace or save is already again

You cannot share, the is rising
and monkeys make a choice

He to will himself back to bed
He wanted desperately to feel the
Crisp, white sheets taken for granted
To be back home, as houses
An' protected by walls covered in patterns
But even wallpaper had sinister to him
He staring into the paisley print
And seeing a repetition of
At night he would listen to the click of heels on concrete
And try to imagine the facial of the unseen figure
He would always see his own
And another realization of prophecy rang terrible and true
For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that the shoes
Shoes no man would want to wear

Into the then

Into the hills then to search for searcher's closely held goals
Into the forest under the billowing leafs
the dreadful birds, the singing soil
The babies, the unhappy new loves
The preaching alphabetics, the long lost
Never to their safely the mothers
In fact, all the guilty clouds that he will into a playground
A of moonlight and shadow
All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his eye
The had become sinister to him
Alas, cold
Alas, middle infinity's destination
Another realization of this
All life's drums drink from and visions blinded