Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

When footlights dim in reverence, to passion
Forewarned my audience the stage
ahead, perfumed shift, within the stammering silence
The that launched a thousand frames
Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a career

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

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

And the walls become newspaper thin
But that would only be the negative view
And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic color, the act
Let you model your on the mannequin catwalk, catwalk
Let the cats walk, and the cat

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

You can't brush me the carpet
You can't hide me under the
The custodian of your fears
You're actor of yesteryear
Who as you crawled out of the of obscurity
Sentenced to rejection in the of anonymity

You, who I directed the lovers will
You, who I let hypnotize the
You, who I let bathe in the glare
You, who me from your memory
Like a greasepaint
like a greasepaint mask, a mask

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

Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid
As you paralyzed with rabbits eyes
Searing the shadows, the wings
To elusive salvation from the understudy's lips
Retrieve the soliloquy, the obituary
My cue in the last act
And you wait in solitude, waiting for the prompt

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