Luyện nghe bài hát Heavenly Metals

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

The 23rd dimension, was where I to.
My coma in the metallic was once again interrupted.
I trying to get out, but it always happens,
The second our overlap.
I try to connect hands her,
But she me away,
Away from herself and the black velvet that eats up the sky;
It is always her.

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

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

No longer content the dream,
But since only to disappeared objects,
I need to feel these disappear with my own teeth.
I'm sorry if gotten sloppy with these electronic dreams,
But all I have.
A cosmic force, of a forgotten
keeps the solution
Of the dream, the one that may never arrive.
The robotic, smoke-stained, amputee night nurses
Try to my future.
They are all tone deaf, their break the windows that we no longer have
fall from the ceiling,
Impaling anyone who is unfortunate enough to be shelter under there.

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

I often of pulling the plug
But I've heard it only worse
The ancients tell me to this hell
Because it's compared to
Door 23.