Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Your Clock

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

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

I decide you desire
I deny you to think
I am the mirror, humiliation
That and shadows you wherever you go

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

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

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

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

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

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, you're

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

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

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

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

is what happens to boys and girls
Whose penmanship is
Be neat the others
Follow

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

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

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

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

Bad
Bad
depression
Mental hospitals,

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

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

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

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

Peek in the door
I slam it on your
Go back, is not allowed
Go back, not

I leave you
and afraid
Never bounty
Never enough

To reach out for better
Than the grind you call life

The hatch of your hamster is open
But guess who waits just the door
Stay on your
Keep running on wire wheel

in hand
Money down just out of reach
You'll burn out soon
all part of the plan

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

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

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