Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Your Clock

I am clock
I am your
I am your shotgun mechanical
Nothing is without my approval

I own you, I own you
I decide how you sleep
And how much
You are allowed

I what you desire
I deny you time to
I am the mirror, humiliation
That follows and shadows you you go

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

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

Do not
Do not
Do not behind
Wings are right behind you

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

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

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

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

First we our habits then they form us
We up as someone else every day
Gingerbread houses, fireplace
What tastes best the witches let you have

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

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

I am the school teacher who at you
For not attention
And shamed you in front of the entire
And dragged you the room by the hair

This is what to boys and girls
penmanship is messy
Be like the others
orders

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

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

Despise ideas your boss knows best
We all do what we want to do
Always for what you're told to expect
Do not take chances you fail

And you don't want to find out the way
How our treats
The
The ones who mistakes

Bad
Bad
Homeless
hospitals, murder

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

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

It's called Baby
From Programming Incorporated
Offering all of the
And of the commitment

I am calendar, there is no escape
I am why so afraid to respect yourself
I led you down garden path path
With on a stick
I'll let you taste but embrace

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

I you exhausted
Henpecked and
enough bounty
Never nerve

To out for something better
Than the grind you call your

The hatch of your hamster cage is
But who waits just outside the door
Stay on treadmill
Keep on that wire wheel

in hand
Money rains down out of reach
You'll burn out soon
It's all part of the

When no longer useful
You can retire
To the factory of your choice
Free at to scratch your head
what happened

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

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