Luyện nghe bài hát Departure

He was in his room, awake, half asleep
The walls of the room seem to alter
Elongating and shrinking
Then around completely so that
He was on the side of the room
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 events of that night
But then it came again, only heavier this
a sense of real urgency, so pulling himself up
And stepping through of moonlight and shadow
He made his bleary way across the 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 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 is flying with the contempt only
Even the legendary backward deep with
Eternity's stone in or save is already destroyed again

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

He tried to himself back to bed
He wanted desperately to feel the
Crisp, white 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 remembered staring the paisley print
And seeing a of skulls
At night he would to the click of heels on concrete outside
And try to the facial features of the unseen figure
He always see his own face
And another realization of this prophecy rang and true
For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that the shoes
Shoes no man would want to wear

Into the hills

Into the hills then to search for another searcher's held goals
Into the wild forest under the 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 touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye
The had become sinister to him
Alas, white
Alas, middle infinity's destination
Another realization of this
All life's drums drink from and visions blinded