Luyện nghe bài hát Heavenly Metals

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

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

These holes over all of us,
Maybe a sign...
I wake up yet again
To the of acid rain
Frustrated, from being that close to someone I could actually function with.
I she feels 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 these objects disappear my own teeth.
I'm sorry if I've gotten sloppy these electronic dreams,
But all I have.
A cosmic force, of a element
the dreamlike 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 the windows that we no longer have
fall from the ceiling,
Impaling who is unfortunate enough to be taking shelter under there.

What am I doing
Is this hell or is this somewhere much worse
That I will taste.
Will I ever of another place, or should I stay?
Will I ever get to feel any other
For now my mind may other landscapes
But my feet only of this decay. So I bask in it.
If I've one thing in this junkyard, it is this:
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 with a for a head
But next I could only have me dreaming of luxuries

I often think of the plug
But I've heard it only gets
The tell me to enjoy this hell
it's angelic compared to
Door 23.