Luyện nghe bài hát Moviedrome

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

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

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

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

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

will I be when the summer comes once more?
And naked 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"
there's a way to save the pessimist
He could it to the hills and ride out the storm

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

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

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

I'm with my head 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 from the pores in the wood
Oh no...I go there again
Oh no....Was this ever to be?

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

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

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

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