Luyện nghe bài hát Ideomotor

we are but
of
we on broken ribs.
to the glass,
we drown.
Heavy on our minds,
we the earth in cerebral folds.
And the we carry really
is a weight we'd to throw.
We the strange new animals,
we the fearful plants
but we all
to rid us of our pasts.
You would walk the hillside,
you would the clouds bellow.
But the world you
is running through
in palms of hands.
We all know we be
respected by and death
and by clarity

emotions flood the
the overflow.
If
memory us better,
we swim to dry our souls.
We're swans.
silence,
in we creep.
You'll us by
the ground
when ideas from the deep.
Dolphins more dignity.
A helicopter,
deceased.
Beauty makes the weep.
To describe a song in
is a portrait's
The light on closed eyelids
holes in weathered sheets.
Curiosity up where
faces hide and seek,
swarming the of electricity
dragnet the city;
confusing power with
in a with trees like origami.
Monstrous theories dance nightmares
on the horizon equinox.
Listening to in the present,
planets with lupine walks.
suicidal swan.
silence,
in we creep.
know us by
the ground
when emerge from the deep.
suicidal swan.

silence,
in we creep.
You'll us by
the ground
when ideas emerge the deep.
Offering flowers to the
like paralyzed we decline
and and flee.
But, with years of devotion,
the atmosphere
is bitter-sweet.
Haaaa.......
(SOLO)
In my waterfall,
here,
in hearth, slowly disappear.
(SOLO)