Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep Calling

AUTHOR: Sage

Pick up, up...Pick up, Pick up...

Verse

Now I can't even think back. Self-induced amnesia has its impact /
Mental health produced at was frayed once it was intact /
I voluntarily to remenisce /
If I could choose any wish...I'd my genesis /
And prove to my nemesis that I don't need Memory on my way home /
But I got and I needed a pay phone /
Because I was in an unsafe zone...inside of a unknown /
unfamilliar faces roam (...and it's so strange)... /
I've got no change...I could've that I did when I left /
My breath gets heavy with every lie and /
I looked right and left...then I called at my home collect /
To tell them, "Things changed." But just won't accept /
I'm out of range...with no respect. Every time I for directions /
All I got was dead ai, cut lines, and bad /
People who would helo their number to unlisted /
411 info left me unassisted. twisted... /
incidents. Is it coincidence? I to think so /
Deep in thought, my eyes blink slow. Pictures appear like slide /
My mind knows each and every single /
Total recall is me pale /
Sick to my stomach...nautious...forces of nature my homing instinct /
Its stink...is so distinct...now let me think...a /
This is the much traveled trail from my past /
Now an unbeaten path...unfunny memories are now me laugh.

Verse

Haaaaaa! The flashbacks of my acts are numerous /
Since out the uterus...Earth encounters been that humerous /
heheheheh...my laugh lines have been faked for the time /
I'm past my prime. Climaxing is a task of mine /
I'm homeward bound. Break out the map and /
I ask gas station attendants...and they just act /
I'm black listed...for not staying to white lies /
I lies...in darkness...heartless...until the night dies /
Then I shed light on what's the matter /
Reflections in the looking glass self scatter when the stares make it shatter /
7 years bad luck? Time's /
I'm searching for of intelligent minds, but find the element /
blinds what the hell I think. Now I'm thinking... /
"What is it?" I see the 12:00 blinking /
Check the position...of the sun...to see is none /
I figure there's an eclipse...so I look away to my wisdom /
The solar system left me stranded in a /
I do reverse psychology. Apologies are made through my verse /
Ain't nothing to do but curse when I'm /
Making disgusted. Plus, I'm mistrusted and hated /
That's an understatement, but who really cares about my failure /
I'm on an expedition...following my trail of /
From when I cried, but...it dried up...and /
I your game, so where's my consalation prize? I'm taking lies /
from faking guys...and gals...who want to be my pals...and /
At this here pace, it'll take me a thousand /
To fins my way back...encompassing what they /
It cost me most of my life, but still I'm thinking a pay back /
Decapitated...I lost my head, and is activated /
I'm in a fog. My blood, and tears evaporated /
I back track to find my lost sense of /
Stop, look, and listen...before I the intersection /
much construction. I'm signaled with morse code /
to a detour. Somehow I end up on an off road /
I squint my eyes...trying to find street signs /
I can only read strong thoughts. These people have weak /
Trapped in a that to me looks like a sandbox /
With NARCS...hold up, son...I'm noticing some landmarks /
I my brain...knowing that I can't attack in vane /
Upon return I promised myself not to act the /
But every so often my selective screen memory...will be my /
and say, "Remember me?" /
Getting me petro...wish I could kill the /
But heck no...to much of my past I can't let go /
I'm just a stone's throw away from my home turf...which is this whole earth /
But claims like that no worth /
epiphany: And then it me...the reason why I'm dizzy /
Is because I've been traveling in circles keeping busy.
(Where is he?)

Deejay drumming.