Luyện nghe bài hát Moviedrome

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

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

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

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

And it to be away from you
From the world you so well

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

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

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

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

You can send me
From the safety of a chat
In your grey ether
I have looked your soul
Looked into soul!

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

I'm sitting on the floor with the in my hand
Dreaming of the world in a way that children can
And I for the emanating sounds from the hidden choirs
The in the radiant valves and red hot wires
Oh no...I go there again
Oh no...Was this meant to be?

To think it has to this
Ruled by
Underlying of doubt
arrogant self reliance
Too far we have out
in our sentience
Ordinary
Objects and
Now is a time of fears
Emotions run and needless tears are shed

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

So we're standing in the
Staring at the and the falling lights
forever in the Moviedrome
Letting all the be the
Guide to our fragile
Did we ever really
Did we really learn?
The human has found it's own true home
The dwelling places of high tech lies
The few that see the world the Moviedrome
march on through the wilderness
Of fantasy, images, and pride