Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

When dim in reverence to prescient passion
Forwarned my leaves the stage, floating ahead
shift, within the stammering silence
The face launched a thousand frames
Betrayed by a tear, a stained career

You've played this before, you've played this scene before
I, the in your eye,
I, the mote in eye, a misplaced reaction, reaction

The unleashes imagination, in pornographic images
In which you will always be the
Untouchable,
in the darkness, in the darkness
Nursing an erection, a misplaced
With no to place before this gravestone
And the become enticingly newspaper thin
But that would be developing the negative view
And you to be exposed in voyeuristic color, the public act
Let you model your shame on the mannequin catwalk,
Let the walk

I've played, this scene before, played, this scene before
I, the mote in eye,
I, the mote in your eye, a reaction, satisfaction

You brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairs
The of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear
Who, as you crawled out of the alleys of
Sentenced to rejection in the morass of
You, who I directed with a will, you who I let hypnotize the lens
You who I let bathe in the spotlight's
You who wiped me from memory like a greasepaint mask
Just a greasepaint mask

But now I'm the in the grass
The of film reels past
The of your nightmare
And the performance has begun, it's just begun
Begun, it's just

Your of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets
As you stutter, paralyzed, rabbit's eyes
the shadows, flooding the wings
To pluck elusive salvation the understudy's lips
Retrieve the soliloquy, the obituary
My cue line in the act, and you'll wait in silent solitude
Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt, for the prompt.

You've this scene before