Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Your Clock

I am your
I am your
I am shotgun mechanical bride
Nothing is done my approval

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

I decide you desire
I deny you time to
I am the mirror, constant
That follows and shadows you you go

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

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

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

You know coming next
As I swoop down a hungry owl
And sink my talons into your
And drag you back to square one

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

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

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

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

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

To transmit subliminal
I like mom, I like
I like to study, I like

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

is what happens to boys and girls
Whose 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 a word with you

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

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

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

Bad
Bad
Homeless
hospitals, murder

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

For just 19.95 and just minutes out of your busy day
You could have the full rich of parenthood
the mess of the real thing

It's called Video
From Creative Programming
all of the enjoyment
And none of the

I am calendar, there is no escape
I am why you're so to respect yourself
I led you down garden path path
With on a stick
I'll let you but never embrace

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

I leave you
Henpecked and
enough bounty
Never enough

To reach out for something
the grind you call your life

The of your hamster cage is open
But guess who waits just the door
Stay on treadmill
Keep running on that wheel

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

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

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

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