Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Your Clock

I am your
I am religion
I am your shotgun bride
Nothing is without my approval

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

I decide you desire
I you time to think
I am the mirror, humiliation
That follows and shadows you you go

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

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

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

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

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

Give up, over
Give up, over
No allowed to try something you like
The were all due yesterday

You've failed, through
You've failed, through

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

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

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

I am the school who yelled at you
For not attention
And shamed you in front of the class
And you around the room by the hair

is what happens to boys and girls
Whose is messy
Be neat like the
orders

Obey what is put in 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 hobby but keep it in the
Shove yourself a slot

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

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

Bad
Bad
Homeless
hospitals, murder

Born on the cutting room
Die in the bin by the door, of the spirit
Why do people so many useless toys
In search of the baby sitter?

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

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

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

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

I you exhausted
and afraid
Never enough
enough nerve

To out for something better
Than the grind you call your

The of your hamster cage is open
But guess who just outside the door
on your treadmill
Keep on that wire wheel

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

When you're no longer
You can retire
To the glue factory of your
Free at last to your head
Wondering what

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

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