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 end of where a street used to be.
It was the last building, when the apocalypse junkyard
Put android snipers on the roof in a chamber.
Shot full of uppers, downers and all
The are created white with silver, red and blue lining
The colours designed to promote the promise of a fantastic future,
A better tomorrow, we got this.
The was at once flown from the IVs
Would pump you full of heavenly
That hand you a ticket to somewhere better.

The 23rd dimension, was where I to.
My coma in the metallic candy-land was 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 velvet that eats up the sky;
It is always her.

These hover over all of us,
Maybe a sign...
I wake up thirsty yet
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 hesitant she keeps up.

It's not my dream anymore, ours
x5

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

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

I often of pulling the plug
But I've heard it gets worse
The ancients tell me to enjoy this
it's angelic compared to
Door 23.