Luyện nghe bài hát Parable of the Sower

I've woken in an ocean of salt
Drenched from
Dreams of such
haunt my evenings

Nightmares of a so absurd
fantasy of events could never occur
Such vivid has me
all kinds of lines
Between and reality

Billboards replaced all window panes
Faith is less a 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
me from this dream
My precognition
Its distance from the truth
Please wake me from this

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

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

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

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

I rub my to find
This whole I thought
I was in a
They've been open