Luyện nghe bài hát Moviedrome

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

all sucked in
Part of the collective
all dragged in
Blind to the 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 comes again?
And we're wrapped up in furs, and life has again

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

What will I be when the summer comes once
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 room for slaves to tech reform"
there's 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"
we can hide, continue to exist
With a crate of bottled water and a off shot gun

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

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

I'm sitting with my in the radiogram
Waiting for some sign of a or a little green man
to the glowing of a sun behind the plastic hood
And the bass tones
ooze from the pores in the wood
Oh no...I can't go there
Oh no....Was this ever to be?

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

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

He has the face of a
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 of an Angel
As he leads us in the
we find ourselves...alone!

So we're in the Moviedrome
at the shadows and the falling lights
Prisoners in the Moviedrome
all the pictures be the
Guide to our fragile
Did we really learn?
Did we really learn?
The human race has found own true home
The dwelling places of these high lies
The few that see the beyond the Moviedrome
Must on through the wilderness
Of fantasy, false images, and