Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

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

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

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

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

You can't brush me the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairs
The custodian of private 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 with a lover's will, you who I let hypnotize the lens
You who I let bathe in the glare
You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint
like a greasepaint mask

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

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

played this scene before