Luyện nghe bài hát Dragon

You don't care
for you is no beginning
You're not there

I thought you were

I you were listening

I you think you're above it
The sense of the sky
The of billowing heartbeats
The run through your hair
They run your hair


Oh you think so special
there's no law meant for you
You come and go like the you are
We're mortals below
Fingertips run through hair
We are mere mortals
Are meant to be
Are meant to be
Are meant to be dismissible
One fucks
One fucks
pitiful creature
The in heartbreak
The winner in
The winner in every method of wearing
Your heart on sleeve
A red of idiocy
An idiot's
My, my for you
for you
Do you think a book
Some kind of a
You can rest your feet on when able
Red of idiocy
An idiot's
My for you
pitiful creature
To the pining
The deprivation
The self of you
Dear
We do you regal
We do you haughty
We do to look upon your perfect body
The on your shoulders
The smell of your
The taste of your vulva and on it
We all love you
And you have no
You don't see us
You were never
You go do you do
You do it for you
No one with you
You're way above
Leave a upon the wake
That no one ever to take
waiting for you
of you
Is way of dying
Is way of dying
I'm your chest
your collarbone bleeds
Piercing your nipples I bite them off
I scratch your face and bite shoulders
Way above
Way caring
And Kotex jukebox
Kotex jukebox
I'm doomed, I'm
for you
In your high and nightie
Your dress squeaking
Latex now sweating, for you
In tincture
Your opium white
Your tiles run red now
Are we dead now?
The exchange of our heart
The exchange of our heart
Are we both dead
You're way above
Your heart on sleeve
A red of idiocy
An idiot's
My
My for you
My for you
You're way beyond
heart on your sleeve
A red of idiocy
An idiocy
My for you
to caring
Oblivious to
Oblivious to
Leave a trail the wake
That no one ever tries to
Because for you
Because of you
Is another way of
You're way caring
to caring
Oblivious to
You poor pitiful
The mistake of
The one who you is the winner,
It's
The in heartbreak
The in caring
The in every miniscule method of wearing
heart on your sleeve
A red of idiocy
An idiocy
Your heart on your sleeve
My for you
We meant to be peons
We're meant to be
Mere below
to be servants
Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks
Oh, oh, oh so special
No law for you
You come and go the goddess you are
The fingertips run through your
A heart beats


What a glorious
To be so
So
An idiocy
My for you
You I'm a book or a table
You can rest your feet on
When able
The taste of vulva, everything on it
The on your shoulders
The smell of your
We do you, to look upon your perfect body
We you regal
We love you
to caring
Oblivious to

Oh my
Oh my
Oh my
to caring
Are we dead now?
Are we both now?