Luyện nghe bài hát Heavenly Metals

I was in the middle 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 functioning building, the apocalypse junkyard
Put android snipers on the in a hidden chamber.
Shot of uppers, downers and all rounders
The walls are created white silver, red and blue lining
The colours were designed to promote the of a fantastic future,
A tomorrow, instead we got this.
The dream was at once from the IVs
pump you full of heavenly metals
That hand you a ticket to somewhere better.

The 23rd dimension, was where I to.
My coma in the metallic was once again interrupted.
I kept to get out, but it always happens,
The our waves overlap.
I try to connect with her,
But she me away,
Away from herself and the velvet ripple 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 rain
Frustrated, from being that close to someone 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 made to disappeared objects,
I need to feel objects disappear with my own teeth.
I'm sorry if I've sloppy with these electronic dreams,
But all I have.
A force, of a forgotten element
the dreamlike 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 shrieks break the that we no longer have
Icicles fall the ceiling,
Impaling anyone who is unfortunate enough to be taking shelter there.

What am I here?
Is hell or is this hell somewhere much worse
I will soon taste.
Will I ever know of place, or should I stay?
Will I ever get to feel any place?
For now my mind may paint landscapes
But my only know of this decay. So I bask in it.
If I've learnt one thing in junkyard, it is this:
Things may 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 pulling the
But I've it only gets worse
The ancients me to enjoy this hell
Because it's angelic to
number 23.