Luyện nghe bài hát Holy

I eat sleep and air
And everyone thinks I'm
But I'm because I've figured it out.

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

Food tempt me anymore
Because I am so full of energy and
I can even pass by now
Because I am living off the of me
That I need anymore.

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

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

When I knew I had to do
I all my notebooks, all my manuscripts
And ate them by page
So I take my words with me.

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

This is my greatest
And all of the who won my parts will say
How wonderful to let yourself go mad,
How wonderful to go on this of journey
And not care if you back to tell the story.

I words on the walls now
So people will visit this museum and
How like me ends up like this
(they'll say is art in here somewhere).

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

Starvation is and I scratch my bones
the windows at night.
I light and feel myself evaporate.
This is a little church, a little temple.
You see me now because I've gone inside.

My doesn't call anymore.
My friends don't anymore.
You can't me anymore.
They can't me anymore.
I can.

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

When they find me, I'll have a smile on my face
And they'll me in a white 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 minute and says I'm doing fine, I'm there.

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

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

wind.