Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Your Clock

I am clock
I am religion
I am shotgun mechanical bride
is done without my approval

I own you, I own you
I decide how long you
And how much
You are ever

I what you desire
I deny you time to
I am the mirror, constant
That follows and you wherever you go

And out the light
At the end of tunnel you try
Be on
Be on

feel like you're always late
Always feel like you're late
And need scolding and punishment

Do not
Do not
Do not behind
Wings are flapping behind you

You what's coming next
As I swoop down a hungry owl
And sink my into your back
And drag you back to one again

The pain gets a little worse every
Crash, crumple, crash,
Do not pass go, do not
Your dignity and self respect

up, it's over
Give up, it's
No allowed to try something you like
The bills were all due

failed, you're through
You've failed, through

First we form our habits then they us
We dress up as else every day
Gingerbread houses, surprises
What tastes best the won't let you have

These having a baby
Is like what having a BMW to be
While they're
these new age cassettes

To transmit messages
I like mom, I like
I like to study, I rule

I am the teacher who yelled at you
For not paying
And shamed you in front of the class
And dragged you the room by the hair

This is what to boys and girls
penmanship is messy
Be neat like the
Follow

Obey what is put in of you
is the ultimate sin
You can't be creative the of your life
Your counselor wants a with you

If you liked school, you'll love
Resign yourself to a job you'll
Get a hobby but keep it in the
Shove yourself a slot

Despise your your boss knows best
We can't all do we want to do
Always settle for what you're told to
Do not chances you might fail

And you don't to find out the hard way
How our society
The
The who make mistakes

Bad
Bad
Homeless
Mental hospitals,

Born on the room floor
Die in the bin by the door, hypothermia of the
Why do people chase so useless toys
In search of the baby sitter?

For just 19.95 and thirteen minutes out of your busy day
You could have the full rich experience of
Without the mess of the real

It's called Baby
From Creative Programming
Offering all of the
And none of the

I am your calendar, is no escape
I am why so afraid to respect yourself
I led you garden path after path
carrots on a stick
I'll let you taste but never

Peek in the door
I it on your fingers
Go back, adventure is not
Go back, not

I you exhausted
Henpecked and
enough bounty
Never nerve

To reach out for better
Than the grind you call your

The hatch of your hamster cage is
But guess who just outside the door
Stay on your
running on that wire wheel

Briefcase in
Money rains just out of reach
You'll burn out soon
It's all of the plan

When no longer useful
You can finally
To the glue of your choice
Free at last to scratch head
Wondering what

Find how time
Right you
Free at to wonder what happened
at last, I bid you goodbye

On own, to wait to die
On your own, to to die
On your own, to to die
On your own, to to die