Luyện nghe bài hát Departure

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

The latch a fingertip, touching his own

Energy sapping as a new form, the edge of his emotions
His power became his agony, his power knew no
Whereas before, his peace withstood it's vastness
His prerogative became an force of the all impossible
His final soul is flying with the only
Even the glance backward deep with
stone in peace or save is already destroyed again

You share, the temperature is rising
Ghost and make a choice

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

Into the then

Into the hills then to for another searcher's closely held goals
Into the wild forest under the billowing
Under the dreadful birds, the soil
The decrepit babies, the unhappy new
The preaching alphabetics, the lost lovers
Never to their sons the mothers
In fact, all the guilty clouds that he will move into a
A of moonlight and shadow
All the touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye
The wallpaper had sinister to him
Alas, cold
Alas, rainbow's middle destination
Another realization of prophecy
All life's drums drink from bottles and blinded