Luyện nghe bài hát Parable of the Sower

I've woken in an ocean of salt
from recurring
Dreams of such
They haunt my

Nightmares of a so absurd
This fantasy of events never occur
Such imagery has me
Blurring all of lines
Between here and

Billboards have replaced all panes
Faith is less a feeling and more a
Fed up are the sun and the
They're up and leaving soon

My imagination
It has a of its own
Wake me from this
My crooked
Its distance from the grows
Please wake me this dream

There's an for everything
Hiding behind child-proof locks
And under swabs
There's medicine for ill
If the money's
The pain can be drowned with a pill

All the women are thin
Their barely hold up their heads
Boys been trained
And since birth
To serve their
And fight until death

My imagination
It has a of its own
Wake me from dream
My precognition
Its from the truth grows
Please me from this dream

It's only a
place is all in my head
It's only a
This place is all in my

I rub my to find
whole time I thought
I was in a
They've open wide