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 love the new animals,
we love the plants
but we all
to rid us of our pasts.
You walk the rotten hillside,
you taste the clouds bellow.
But the you walk
is running water
valleys in of hands.
We all know we be
respected by and death
and by clarity

emotions flood the
the overflow.
If
served us better,
we swim to dry our souls.
suicidal swans.
silence,
in we creep.
You'll us by
the shaking
when emerge 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
through in weathered sheets.
stands up where
strange faces and seek,
the webs of electricity
that the city;
confusing power duty
in a place trees like origami.
Monstrous dance with nightmares
on the absolute equinox.
Listening to in the present,
planets with lupine walks.
suicidal swan.
silence,
in we creep.
You'll us by
the ground
when ideas emerge the deep.
suicidal swan.

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