Luyện nghe bài hát Heavenly Metals

I was born in the of a war.
The was the last thing to fall out,
Located on the end of where a street used to be.
It was the last functioning building, when the junkyard
Put android snipers on the roof in a 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 of a fantastic future,
A tomorrow, instead we got this.
The dream was at once from the IVs
Would you full of heavenly metals
That hand you a ticket to somewhere better.

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

These hover over all of us,
it's a sign...
I wake up yet again
To the floods of acid
Frustrated, from being that close to someone that I could actually with.
I she feels it too,
Even though she is hesitant she showing up.

It's not my dream anymore, ours
x5

No longer with the dream,
But since made only to objects,
I need to feel objects disappear with my own teeth.
I'm sorry if gotten 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 wretched robotic, smoke-stained, amputee night
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 enough to be taking shelter under there.

am I doing here?
Is this hell or is hell somewhere much worse
That I soon taste.
Will I ever of another place, or should I stay?
Will I ever get to feel any other
For now my mind may paint landscapes
But my feet only know of decay. So I bask in it.
If I've learnt one 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 monitor for a
But next I could only have me dreaming of such

I often think of the plug
But I've heard it gets worse
The tell me to enjoy this hell
Because angelic compared to
number 23.