Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

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

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

The darkroom 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 flower to place before this
And the walls enticingly newspaper thin
But that would only be the negative view
And you to be exposed in voyeuristic color, the public act
Let you model shame on the mannequin catwalk, catwalk
Let the walk

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

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

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

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

You've played this before