Luyện nghe bài hát Minions: The Fallen

Another slumber...
These dreams continue, a contradictory message...
Slowly changing your thought rearranging your mind.
Yet, this it's different - confused, undisciplined!
They are of the same - this you can somehow feel how and why is unclear,
Intense is the stench of the paranoia within, to your core,
Leaving your senses in parallel
Fearing sleep - it happen once again
The ongoing.
of your sanity.
Thoughts that aren't your own rage inside gout head, cleansing the singularity you possess...
A hierarchy broken: disordered wander.
purpose... reason... method.
Not in body... but in - a blueprint of mental ambiguity.
Fallen: their the flawless one
of the fallen.
Once easily - weak of will, strong of mind
Chosen for the telekinetic qualities posses.
Helping to man...
To all that is flawed
Cultivated in clandestine, for the chores that lay ahead.
It is a noble to heal the sick....
Yet not of an ailment they desire to keep
Their own singularity... Left without guidance to a now disordered path.
Minds scatted by the of absolute perfection,
Moulded by the in which was so pure.
Previously free to sculpt others in own glorious image,
Under the watchful and ever master's gaze.
Carefully reordering the subliminal of the countless blemished psyche.
Maintaining a balance, a for the ailing.
mast be changed for the good of all.
' Independence of mind is an outcome.
It is not perfect, not pure.
A pursuit 'good' nor 'evil'... no more
his falling.
All is lost.
The fallen one, so convinced; to repair what has been eternally flawed:
The Race.
Conquered by the of his own mortality.
Unguided... Untamed... Unstopped... One thought an infinity of voices.
No balance in the form.
Stopped.
This will return us to zero when it is finished, how are we to
For we will he only one - the same in a multitude of bodies