Luyện nghe bài hát Departure

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

The latch a fingertip, touching his own

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

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

He to will himself back to bed
He wanted to feel the reassuring
Crisp, sheets once taken for granted
To be back home, safe as
An' by walls covered in familiar patterns
But wallpaper had become sinister to him
He staring into the paisley print
And a repetition of skulls
At night he listen to the click of heels on concrete outside
And try to imagine the facial features of the figure
He always see his own face
And another of this prophecy rang terrible and true
For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the
Shoes that no man want to wear

Into the then

Into the then to search for another searcher's closely held goals
Into the forest under the billowing leafs
Under the birds, the singing soil
The babies, the unhappy new loves
The preaching alphabetics, the long lovers
Never to sons safely the mothers
In fact, all the guilty that he will move into a playground
A sense of and shadow
All the stars touch to the molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye
The had become sinister to him
Alas, white
Alas, rainbow's middle destination
Another realization of prophecy
All life's drums drink from bottles and blinded