Luyện nghe bài hát Leeds

It's dark at 4 pm in
The steeples pierce the till the last of it bleeds
The absent of another day as it recedes
Into the shadows until it's

Fax papers slipped under the hotel door
Like food for the or the prospect to the whore
Well fed and halfway drunk I ache myself for
I'm shadows of myself, until I'm nothing

Sixteen black churches on the TV
All the way from Texas to
And a locks my eye and says to me
There is no here there's no conspiracy

I crave inertia move made so I can stop
this madness is in me spinning like a top
On a bed of anxiety over a deep dark
into nothingness into without youness

Was it so the evil creep like ivy
A toe hold on the stronger half of dichotomy
I'm beating back a path nothing more than pure insistence
Until here becomes the

Hold my head love I'm tonight
the open hole and press your fingers there with all your might
Before the last ounce of my bleeds
Onto the pristine of the hotel bed in Leeds