Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

When dim in reverence, to prescient passion
Forewarned my audience the stage
Floating ahead, shift, within the stammering silence
The face that a thousand frames
by a porcelain tear, a stained career

You played this before
You this scene before
I the in your eye, eye, eye, eye
I the mote in eye
A reaction, reaction

The darkroom imagination
In images, in which you will always be the star
Untouchable, unapproachable, constant in a darkness, in a
an erection, a misplaced reaction
With no flower to place, before gravestone

And the walls become enticingly thin
But that only be developing 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 walk, and the cat walks

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

You can't me under the carpet
You can't hide me under the
The of your private fears
leading actor of yesteryear
Who as you out of the alleys of obscurity
to rejection in the morass of anonymity

You, who I with the lovers will
You, who I let the lens
You, who I let bathe in the spotlights
You, who wiped me from memory
Like a greasepaint
Just like a mask, a mask

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

Your perimeter of courtiers jerk celluloid puppets
As you stutter paralyzed with eyes
the shadows, flooding the wings
To pluck salvation from the understudy's lips
the soliloquy, maintain the obituary
My cue line in the act
And you wait in silent solitude, for the prompt

for the prompt
Waiting for the
Waiting for the
Waiting for the
for the prompt
You've played this scene