Luyện nghe bài hát Departure

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

The became a fingertip, touching his own

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

You cannot share, the temperature is
Ghost and make a choice

He to will himself back to bed
He desperately to feel the reassuring
Crisp, sheets once taken for granted
To be home, safe as houses
An' protected by covered in familiar patterns
But even had become sinister to him
He staring into the paisley print
And seeing a of skulls
At night he would listen to the of heels on concrete outside
And try to imagine the features of the unseen figure
He would see his own face
And another realization of this prophecy terrible and true
For at this moment, it was indeed, his own that filled the shoes
that no man would want to wear

Into the hills

Into the hills then to search for another closely held goals
Into the wild under the billowing leafs
the dreadful birds, the singing soil
The decrepit babies, the new loves
The preaching alphabetics, the long lost
Never to sons safely the mothers
In fact, all the clouds that he will move into a playground
A sense of moonlight and
All the touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye
The had become sinister to him
Alas, cold
Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's
Another realization of prophecy
All life's drums drink from bottles and visions