Luyện nghe bài hát Ideomotor

we are but
of
we on broken ribs.
to the glass,
we drown.
Heavy on our minds,
we wrap the earth in folds.
And the we carry really
is a weight we'd to throw.
We the strange new animals,
we love the fearful
but we all
to rid us of our pasts.
You walk the rotten hillside,
you taste the clouds bellow.
But the world you
is water through
valleys in of hands.
We all we will be
respected by and death
and loathed by

emotions flood the
the overflow.
If
memory us better,
we could to dry our souls.
We're swans.
silence,
in we creep.
You'll us by
the ground
when ideas emerge the deep.
Dolphins have dignity.
A helicopter,
deceased.
Beauty the blind weep.
To a song in color
is a portrait's
The light on closed eyelids
through holes in sheets.
Curiosity up where
faces hide and seek,
swarming the webs of
that dragnet the
confusing with duty
in a place with like origami.
Monstrous theories dance nightmares
on the absolute equinox.
Listening to in the present,
planets approach with walks.
We're swan.
silence,
in we creep.
know us by
the shaking
when ideas emerge the deep.
suicidal swan.

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