Luyện nghe bài hát Heavenly Metals

I was born in the of a war.
The hospital was the last thing to out,
Located on the dark end of where a used to be.
It was the last functioning building, when the junkyard
Put android snipers on the in a hidden chamber.
Shot full of uppers, downers and all
The walls are white with silver, red and blue lining
The colours were designed to promote the of a fantastic future,
A better tomorrow, we got this.
The dream was at once from the IVs
Would you full of heavenly metals
personally hand you a ticket to somewhere better.

The 23rd dimension, was I came to.
My in the metallic candy-land was once again interrupted.
I kept trying to get out, but it happens,
The our waves overlap.
I try to connect with her,
But she me away,
Away from herself and the black ripple that eats up the sky;
It is always her.

These holes hover all of us,
Maybe a sign...
I up thirsty yet again
To the floods of acid
Frustrated, from being that close to someone I could actually function with.
I think she it too,
though she is hesitant she keeps showing up.

It's not my dream anymore, It's
x5

No content with the dream,
But since only to disappeared objects,
I need to feel objects disappear with my own teeth.
I'm sorry if gotten sloppy with these electronic dreams,
But all I have.
A force, of a forgotten element
keeps the solution
Of the perfect dream, the one that may arrive.
The wretched robotic, smoke-stained, amputee nurses
Try to my future.
They are all tone deaf, their shrieks break the windows we no longer have
Icicles from the ceiling,
Impaling anyone who is unfortunate enough to be taking under there.

What am I here?
Is this hell or is this hell somewhere much
That I will taste.
Will I ever of another place, or should I stay?
Will I ever get to any other place?
For now my may paint other landscapes
But my only know of this decay. So I bask in it.
If I've learnt one thing in junkyard, it is this:
may worsen at any given moment,
So no matter if I'm dodging, pushing soldiers into shrapnel, their torn apart.
By my dream lover, the one a monitor for a head
But next I could only have me dreaming of such

I think of pulling the plug
But heard it only gets worse
The ancients me to enjoy this hell
Because it's angelic to
number 23.