Luyện nghe bài hát Parable of the Sower

I've again in an ocean of salt
from recurring
Dreams of such
They my evenings

Nightmares of a future so
This fantasy of could never occur
Such vivid has me
Blurring all kinds of
here and reality

Billboards have replaced all window
is less a feeling and more a mandate
Fed up are the sun and the
They're burning up and leaving

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

an answer for everything
Hiding behind child-proof plastic
And under cotton
medicine for every ill
If the money's
The pain can be drowned with a bitter

All the are paper thin
Their necks barely up their heads
Boys been trained
And since birth
To their role
And fight their death

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

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

I rub my eyes to
This time I thought
I was in a
They've been open