Luyện nghe bài hát Dragon

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

I you were listening

I thought you were

I understand you think you're it
The sense of the sky
The feeling of heartbeats
The fingertips run through your
They run through hair


Oh you you're 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 to be peons
Are to be servants
Are meant to be objects
One with
One with
pitiful creature
The winner in
The in caring
The winner in every method of wearing
Your on your sleeve
A red star of
An idiocy
My, my for you
for you
Do you we're a book
kind of a table
You can rest feet on when you're able
Red of idiocy
An idiot's
My for you
Poor creature
To the pining
The deprivation
The flagellation of you
worshippers
We do like you
We do like you
We do love to look upon perfect body
The hair on your
The smell of your
The taste of your vulva and on it
We all love you
And you no meaning
You don't see us
You were never
You go do you do
You do it for you
No one with you
way above caring
Leave a upon the wake
That no one ever to take
waiting for you
of you
Is another way of
Is another way of
I'm your chest
'Til collarbone bleeds
your nipples 'til I bite them off
I scratch your face and bite your
Way above
Way caring
And your jukebox
Your Kotex
I'm doomed, I'm
for you
In high heels and nightie
Your leather squeaking
now sweating, waiting for you
In tincture
opium white bathrobe
Your white run red now
Are we both now?
The liquid exchange of our
The liquid of our heart
Are we dead now?
way above caring
Your heart on your
A red star of
An idiocy
My
My for you
My for you
You're way caring
Your on your sleeve
A red star of
An idiot's
My for you
to caring
Oblivious to
to caring
Leave a trail upon the
no one ever tries to take
Because for you
Because of you
Is another way of
way above caring
Oblivious to
to caring
You pitiful creature
The of feeling
The one who you is the winner,
true
The winner in
The in caring
The in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your
A red of idiocy
An idiocy
Your heart on fuckin' sleeve
My for you
We meant to be peons
We're meant to be
mortals below
Meant to be
Meant to be dismissible one fucks with
Oh, oh, oh so special
No law for you
You and go like the goddess you are
The run through your hair
A heart beats


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

Oh my
Oh my
Oh my
Oblivious to
Are we really dead
Are we dead now?