Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep Calling

AUTHOR: Sage

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

One:

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

Verse

Haaaaaa! The flashbacks of my past are numerous /
Since out the uterus...Earth encounters ain't been that /
heheheheh...my lines have been faked for the last time /
I'm my prime. Climaxing again is a task of mine /
I'm bound. Break out the map and atlas /
I ask gas station attendants...and just act pissed /
I'm black listed...for not true to white lies /
I lies...in darkness...heartless...until the night dies /
Then I some light on what's the matter /
in the looking glass self scatter when the hard stares make it shatter /
7 years bad luck? Time's /
I'm searching for signs of intelligent minds, but the element /
Which what the hell I think. Now I'm thinking... /
"What time is it?" I see the 12:00 /
Check the position...of the sun...to see there is /
I there's an eclipse...so I look away to save my wisdom /
The solar system left me stranded in a /
Where I do reverse psychology. are made through my verse /
nothing to do but curse when I'm frustrated /
Making disgusted. Plus, I'm mistrusted and hated /
That's an understatement, but who really about my failure years? /
I'm on an expedition...following my trail of /
when I cried, but...it dried up...and vaporized /
I played your game, so where's my consalation prize? I'm taking /
faking guys...and gals...who want to be my pals...and peers /
At here pace, it'll take me a thousand years /
To my way back...encompassing what they lack /
It cost me most of my life, but still I'm thinking about a pay /
Decapitated...I lost my head, and fear is /
I'm in a fog. My blood, sweat and tears /
I back to find my lost sense of direction /
Stop, look, and listen...before I cross the /
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 some signs /
I can only strong thoughts. These people have weak minds /
Trapped in a desert that to me like a sandbox /
With damn NARCS...hold up, son...I'm 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 memory...will be my enemy /
and say, "Remember me?" /
Getting me petro...wish I kill the retro /
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 really is this whole /
But like that have no worth /
epiphany: And then it hits me...the reason why I'm /
Is because I've been traveling in keeping myself busy.
(Where is he?)

Deejay drumming.