Luyện nghe bài hát Heavenly Metals

I was in the middle of a war.
The hospital was the last thing to out,
on the dark end of where a street used to be.
It was the last functioning building, when the apocalypse
Put android on the roof in a hidden chamber.
Shot full of uppers, and all rounders
The walls are white with silver, red and blue lining
The colours were designed to promote the promise of a future,
A tomorrow, instead we got this.
The dream was at once flown the IVs
Would pump you of heavenly metals
That hand you a ticket to somewhere better.

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

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

It's not my dream anymore, ours
x5

No longer content the dream,
But since made only to objects,
I to feel these objects disappear with my own teeth.
I'm sorry if I've gotten sloppy with these dreams,
But all I have.
A cosmic force, of a element
the dreamlike solution
Of the perfect dream, the one may never arrive.
The wretched robotic, smoke-stained, night nurses
Try to my future.
They are all tone deaf, 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 hell or is this hell somewhere 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 may paint other landscapes
But my feet only of this decay. So I bask in it.
If learnt one thing in this junkyard, it is this:
may worsen at any given moment,
So no matter if I'm dodging, pushing soldiers shrapnel, their feet torn apart.
By my dream lover, the one with a for a head
But next I could only me dreaming of such luxuries

I often of pulling the plug
But I've heard it only gets
The ancients tell me to this hell
Because angelic compared to
Door 23.