Luyện nghe bài hát Parable of the Sower

I've again in an ocean of salt
Drenched recurring
Dreams of horror
They my evenings

Nightmares of a so absurd
This fantasy of events could never
vivid imagery has me
Blurring all of lines
Between and reality

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

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

an answer for everything
Hiding behind plastic locks
And cotton swabs
There's medicine for ill
If the right
The pain can be drowned with a bitter

All the women are paper
Their necks barely hold up their
Boys have trained
And since birth
To serve role
And fight their death

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

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

I rub my to find
This whole time I
I was in a
They've been wide