Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Switch

Map the words to deny, deny the symptoms, as 'oh yeah I'm doing fine', as I've found a most psychosis.
Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear. Desperate as I am I just can't bare and bleed the only purity I've known.
But I lay with reason. Found logic concieved in a with skin. I sleep with reason producing these monsters.
Under catcalls as in temptation. yeah there's a key to be in, but there's no shade, no shade to blame.
Waterfalls in a cool grey, and the struggle is colored this day. The caw of crows fills up the picture plane.
Our picture plane is veiled in central neutral grey. Absinthe to slight the pain. This this worst case color scheme.
of oil stain, stained the road he crawled on homeward.
Oh yeah, oh yeah he threw the switch, with some gauge, absence of light remains.
I lay with reason so logic can reap in a walk with sin. El razon produce monsinios.
When does this dream end? Now I've another whole season,
I've missed the fall, clearly its fallen on this as fields once green are ochre now.
This is no dream. Trees have turned to skeleton, roots and knotted just below the surface skin of ground.
between the earth and the sky struggling to hold it down.
Sometimes to realize you have to lose track, lose track of sight blurring my vision makes it clear that tiny moving parts up the whole.
The image is clear, a tower is of my own pride, I cry in the shade that if offers, the only shelter I have.
When does dream end? This is no dream. This is the waking living breathing caricature of a memory.
Shamelessly I cave in to temptation of creation. But still my only thrill is sidewalks, silent streets.
The caw of fills up the picture plane. This is your picture plain in central neutral grey.
This world's this case color scheme. Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he crawled on homeward.
Oh yeah, oh yeah he killed the switch with some gauge, absence of light remains.
is lowly anonymity, in death a noble pose, a Marat David.
Tell me who wouldn't give their for such a soap box to die behind. Life is lowly, lowly anonymity.
In the space of a smile I found sleep. As in sorrow, so shall ye reap, as in reason so ye sleep.
Reap the promised end to the struggle. every point on our linear path.
Reap the smiles in time we borrow, harvest relies on the last.
Reap the promising song of the sparrow, that they learned from the of sea.
Silenced by the threnody of the crows. the fallen fruit of the dogwood tree.
But I witnessed in all this silence one souls definition of beauty. and a backlit so temporary.
A facade so with evil history. Cast in direct opposition set to overwhelm this moment to shine and sleep-
out on top of what was borrowed, and found all that beauty to be still.
Every as in sorrow, reap the promised end to this path, by every image that we borrow, every harvest depends on the past.
Subdivide in factions our linear parabola, we subdivide our hours to sleep.
While guilty eyes toward a porchlight, enlightenment is losing sight.
Somewhere out there's a thrill I swear. In this low light town when my shift begins the streets reflecting yellow, yellow, yellow in the vacancy that overwhelms the red, red, red, your vehicle the color of expansion.
"Open up." the latter just a to thrill me "knock knock knock" the latter just a thought to thrill me.
"Red" is a letter word. Four letter invitation. Now my head is locked in the direction of the sun...
Life is anonymity, in death a noble prose, a Marat David.
Tell me who wouldn't give their lives for a soap box to leave behind.
Life is lowly, lowly anonymity. I know its all been done before, I want to do it again. I do it again.
the switch.
This night our through the dark.
the switch, a welcome comatose, tonight we journey through the darkness.
As in sorrow, so shall ye weep, as in reason, so ye sleep.