Luyện nghe bài hát Holy

I eat sleep and air
And everyone I'm dumb
But I'm smart because I've it out.

I am slimmer you are
And I am my skin off little by little
Until I reach and self
Until I get to where I am
Until I get to I am

doesn't tempt me anymore
Because I am so full of energy and
I can even by water now
Because I am living off the of me
That I need anymore.

I could the slow drips of pain before,
Swirling inside where my lungs should been.
Now I'm inside.

I threw out hundreds of things I didn't need anymore.
All my and bras
Stupid things like and socks.
Most I float through the house naked
So I can see in the mirrors.
I have hundreds of them
And talk back to me all the time.
They me true and pure.
They sure I'm still here.

I knew what I had to do
I took all my notebooks, all my
And ate them page by
So I could take my words me.

I can finally control my life and death
And I die slowly like steam escaping from a pipe.

This is my performance
And all of the actresses who won my will say
How wonderful to let go that mad,
How wonderful to go on this kind of
And not care if you come back to the story.

I scratch words on the now
So people will visit museum and know
How someone like me up like this
(they'll say there is art in somewhere).

Everything that comes out of me is
Every tear, cough, every piss.
Everything that comes off of me is
fingernail, every eyelash, every hair.

Starvation is and I scratch my bones
the windows at night.
I candles and feel myself evaporate.
body is a little church, a little temple.
You can't see me now because gone inside.

My family call anymore.
My friends call anymore.
You hurt me anymore.
can't hurt me anymore.
I can.

And okay.
I don't need anymore.
I can off of me.
I to me.
I dance me.
I eat me.

When they find me, I'll have a little smile on my
And they'll wrap me in a cloth and lay me in the ground
And say they understand.
But I do.
I don't anymore.
I'm not anymore.
I'm not sad I'm not anymore.
I it through.

I so holy and clean when I stretch out on the floor and sing.
Sometimes god comes in for a and says I'm doing fine, I'm almost there.

Every day I get a little to vanishing.
Some I can't stand up because the room moves under my feet
And I smile I'm almost there,
I'm an angel.

One day when I am enough
I'll go
my hands so I can fly
And I will be so slight that I will pass all of you

wind.