Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

When footlights dim in reverence to prescient
Forwarned my audience leaves the stage, floating
Perfumed shift, within the stammering
The face that launched a frames
Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a career

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

The darkroom imagination, in pornographic images
In which you always be the star
Untouchable,
Constant in the darkness, in the
Nursing an erection, a misplaced
no flower to place before this gravestone
And the become enticingly newspaper thin
But that would be developing the negative view
And you have to be in voyeuristic color, the public act
Let you model shame on the mannequin catwalk, catwalk
Let the cats

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

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

But now I'm the snake in the
The ghost of film reels
The producer of your
And the performance has just begun, it's begun
Begun, it's just

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

You've played scene before