Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The Switch

Map the words to 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 bare and bleed the only purity known.
But I lay with reason. Found logic concieved in a walk with skin. I sleep with reason 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 grey day. The caw of crows fills up the picture plane.
Our picture plane is in central neutral 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 he threw the switch, with some unwieldy gauge, absence of light remains.
I lay with reason so logic can reap in a walk with sin. El sueno produce monsinios.
When does this dream end? Now I've missed whole season,
I've missed the fall, its fallen on this land as fields once green are ochre now.
This is no dream. Trees turned to skeleton, roots teased and knotted just below the surface skin of ground.
Stitched 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 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 shade that if offers, the shelter I have.
When does this dream end? This is no dream. is the waking living breathing caricature of a memory.
Shamelessly I in to temptation of creation. But still my only thrill is empty sidewalks, silent streets.
The caw of crows fills up the picture plane. This is picture plain in central neutral grey.
world's this worst case color scheme. Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he crawled on homeward.
Oh yeah, oh yeah he killed the switch some unwieldy gauge, absence of light remains.
Life is anonymity, in death a noble pose, a Marat David.
Tell me who wouldn't give their lives for such a 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. Reap every point on our path.
Reap the in time we borrow, every harvest relies on the last.
Reap the promising song of the sparrow, they learned from the birth of sea.
by the threnody of the crows. Reap 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 rich with evil history. 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 breath as in sorrow, reap the promised end to this path, by every image that we borrow, every harvest on the past.
Subdivide in our linear parabola, we subdivide our waking hours to sleep.
While guilty eyes toward a porchlight, enlightenment is losing sight.
out there 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 thought to thrill me "knock knock knock" the latter just a to thrill me.
"Red" is a four letter word. Four letter invitation. Now my head is locked in the of the sun...
is lowly anonymity, in death a noble prose, a Marat David.
Tell me who wouldn't give their for such a soap box to leave behind.
Life is lowly, lowly anonymity. I its all been done before, I want to do it again. I want do it again.
the switch.
This our journey's through the dark.
the switch, a welcome comatose, tonight we journey through the darkness.
As in sorrow, so ye weep, as in reason, so shall ye sleep.