Luyện nghe bài hát Departure

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

The became a fingertip, touching his own

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

You cannot share, the temperature is
Ghost and monkeys 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, safe as
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 listen to the of heels on concrete outside
And try to imagine the facial of the unseen figure
He always see his own face
And another realization of prophecy rang terrible and true
For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that the shoes
Shoes that no man would want to

Into the hills

the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals
Into the wild forest under the billowing
Under the dreadful birds, the singing
The decrepit babies, the new loves
The preaching alphabetics, the long lovers
Never to their sons safely the
In fact, all the guilty clouds that he will move a playground
A sense of moonlight and
All the touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye
The wallpaper had sinister to him
Alas, white
Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's
Another realization of this
All life's drums from bottles and visions blinded