Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

When footlights dim in to prescient passion
Forwarned my audience leaves the stage, floating
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 before
I, the in your eye,
I, the mote in your eye, a misplaced 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 misplaced
With no flower to place before this
And the walls become enticingly thin
But that would only be the negative view
And you have to be in voyeuristic color, the public act
Let you model your on the mannequin catwalk, catwalk
Let the cats

I've played, this before, I've played, this scene before
I, the mote in 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 your private fears, your actor of yesteryear
Who, as you out of the alleys of obscurity
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 in the spotlight's glare
You who me from your memory like a greasepaint mask
like a greasepaint mask

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

Your perimeter of courtiers like celluloid puppets
As you stutter, paralyzed, with rabbit's
the shadows, flooding the wings
To elusive salvation 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, waiting for the prompt, for the prompt.

You've this scene before