Luyện nghe bài hát Parable of the Sower

I've woken in an ocean of salt
Drenched recurring
Dreams of horror
They haunt my

of a future so absurd
This fantasy of could never occur
vivid imagery has me
Blurring all kinds of
Between here and

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

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

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

All the women are thin
Their barely hold up their heads
Boys have been
And since birth
To their role
And fight their death

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

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

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