Luyện nghe bài hát Fogwalking

Everything slow-motion,
I for the source.
Buildings loom up like
on course.
I want to go in there,
I want to be alone,
unpick the stitches of
in
in the zone.
I've been kicking around a dog,
lost in the blank mass of fog,
some kind of service.
All humanity's is there,
in doorways
and cold air -
I have this.
Fogwalking, fogwalking.
the curfew
the are half-dead,
all the folk asleep in their beds,
so easy to go off the rails
when the fog
are inside by head.
Fogwalking: there's a presence I sense
Fogwalking: the neck muscles
it's right here inside me,
try to a defense - oh, no.
through the wreckage,
fogwalking through the
Apple,
fogwalking through used to be
Whitechapel.