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 street to be.
It was the last functioning building, when the junkyard
Put snipers on the roof in a hidden chamber.
Shot full of uppers, downers and all
The walls are created with silver, red and blue lining
The colours were to promote the promise of a fantastic future,
A better tomorrow, we got this.
The dream was at once flown the IVs
Would you full of heavenly metals
That personally you a ticket to somewhere better.

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

These holes hover all of us,
Maybe a sign...
I wake up yet again
To the of acid rain
Frustrated, from being that close to someone that I could function with.
I she feels it too,
Even she is hesitant she keeps showing up.

not my dream anymore, It's ours
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No longer content the dream,
But since made to disappeared objects,
I need to feel these objects disappear my own teeth.
I'm sorry if I've gotten sloppy with electronic dreams,
But all I have.
A cosmic force, of a element
keeps the dreamlike
Of the perfect dream, the one that may arrive.
The robotic, smoke-stained, amputee night nurses
Try to my future.
They are all deaf, their shrieks break the windows that we no longer have
Icicles from the ceiling,
Impaling anyone who is unfortunate enough to be shelter under there.

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

I think of pulling the plug
But I've heard it gets worse
The tell me to enjoy this hell
Because it's compared to
Door 23.