Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

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

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

The darkroom imagination, in pornographic images
In which you always be the star
Untouchable,
in the darkness, in the darkness
Nursing an erection, a reaction
With no flower to place this gravestone
And the walls become enticingly newspaper
But that would only be developing the view
And you to be exposed in voyeuristic color, the public act
Let you model your shame on the catwalk, catwalk
Let the walk

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

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

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

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

You've played this scene