Luyện nghe bài hát Diocese To Exist

Her wrists bleed for the attention.
I sit back and with discretion
at this old film I shot in wide-screen,
and in Hi-Def, but for the love scenes.
Go through the and hit the lights, sweet.
Ill to the front of the diocese.
big, and slowly turn frantic,
as this ocean us both captive.

So she stands,
a full of razorblades,
her phone, and some dirty bandages.
calling in her last chance on this boy,
whos his way to a smile.
And, it take Jesus to save us both
because my has been lost in you.

Bare shoulder blades up the glass;
Im doll, but I gotta leave for class.
Just pray hard for the of 'us,'
and those words fueled by lust.
But she bled all the scriptures,
in my bed, and on my demeanor.
Im ahead of her in conscience,
thanks, in part, to this on my neck.

And, some day, the sun just rise again...