Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Switch

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