Luyện nghe bài hát Moviedrome

down!
Like a shadow in a
Watching all the blues and
As I hide from the glare of a monitor
Run fast!
Like a in a subway
Try to unseen
As I hide the glare of the T.V. screen

We're all in
Part of the collective
We're all in
to the cause we've been selected for...Elected for

still!
Like a in the firewall
Watching all the and greens
As I listen to the of the fax machine

What will I be when winter comes
And we're wrapped up in furs, and life has again

And it hurts to be away you
From the you made so well

What will I be the summer comes once more?
And we're and weak in the eye of the sun once more
all sucked in...

"Leave it on the net" the optimist
"No room for slaves to high reform"
Maybe a way to save the pessimist
He could make it to the hills and ride out the

"Formulas are set" declares the
"This is the for everyone"
Maybe we can hide, to exist
With a of bottled water and a sawn off shot gun

Try to - Don't look into his eyes
Try to stay alive - look into his dead, dead eyes

You can me codes
From the safety of a room
In your ether clothes
I have into your soul
into your soul!

I'm sitting with my head in the
Waiting for sign of a ghost or a little green man
Glued to the glowing of a sun behind the hood
And the bass heavy
That from the pores in the wood
Oh no...I can't go again
Oh no....Was ever meant to be?

I'm on the floor with the book in my hand
of the world in a way that only children can
And I listen for the emanating sounds from the hidden
The message in the radiant valves and red hot
Oh no...I can't go there
Oh no...Was ever meant to be?

To think it has come to
by indifference
Underlying of doubt
Such arrogant self
Too far we have out
in our sentience
Ordinary
Objects and
Now is a of foolish fears
run high and needless tears are shed

He has the of a friend
And reach across the world into every home
We invite him in and offer no
And with given soul he reaches for his throne
He has the face of an
As he us in the dance
we find ourselves...alone!

So we're in the Moviedrome
at the shadows and the falling lights
Prisoners forever in the
all the pictures be the
Guide to our lives
Did we ever learn?
Did we never really
The race has found it's own true home
The dwelling places of high tech lies
The few see the world beyond the Moviedrome
Must march on through the
Of fantasy, false images, and