Luyện nghe bài hát Ideomotor

we are but
of
we stand on ribs.
to the glass,
we drown.
Heavy on our minds,
we wrap the in cerebral folds.
And the corpse we really
is a we'd like to throw.
We the strange new animals,
we love the fearful
but we all
to rid us of our pasts.
You would the rotten hillside,
you would taste the bellow.
But the you walk
is running water
in palms of hands.
We all know we be
by greed and death
and loathed by

emotions flood the
the overflow.
If
served us better,
we swim to dry our souls.
We're swans.
silence,
in we creep.
You'll us by
the shaking
when emerge from the deep.
have more dignity.
A helicopter,
deceased.
Beauty makes the weep.
To describe a song in
is a portrait's
The drips on closed eyelids
through in weathered sheets.
Curiosity stands up
strange faces and seek,
swarming the of electricity
that the city;
confusing with duty
in a with trees like origami.
theories dance with nightmares
on the horizon equinox.
to history in the present,
planets approach with walks.
suicidal swan.
silence,
in we creep.
You'll us by
the ground
ideas emerge from the deep.
We're swan.

silence,
in we creep.
know us by
the shaking
ideas emerge from the deep.
Offering flowers to the
like paralyzed dancers we
and and flee.
But, years of past devotion,
the crushing
is bitter-sweet.
Haaaa.......
(SOLO)
In my waterfall,
here,
in hearth, i'll disappear.
(SOLO)