Luyện nghe bài hát Part 3 - Deeper Into The Mud

Deeper the mud... led by the angel. John Doe is looking around,
and -
frankly to go insane. The computerbrain can't find such a
"feeling" in it's
banks and alarmed...

Outside the space
a bunch of metal pushed into my veins
John
Hasta la vista, oh la-la putas, muchos cojones!
It's so here...

Vegetation, out of my
like death, like rusty metal
The
How do you feel? Laa-la-laa... out of line!

Death! Death!
(Hey!) Now a crime to walk down here
This is not our property, somebody's us
The
No, no, no! not true!
Here we are all free, from your sins!

Sure it's all
me of an overload
Surrounded by
I'm just a hunter's
The
Benedictus inter peccatores, dominus tecum!
John Doe manages to from the circuit of the computerbrain, the

impregnated with despair is slowly getting rid of its
depression. The is
watching from aside with a smile. The computerbrain is
starting to a
reduction of charge in itself.

I can't my memory
I'm short of breath, I feel
Files are messed up, gone
get back, this is not fun!
I escape, I am
be lost anyway
Comfortable? too hot
I'm of what is not
Why do you smile, don't it
Feel too much, I sorrow
I stay pale behind my monitor. LET ME GO!
The computerbrain runs trying to escape... John Doe is somewhere
else...
in pleasure.

American
You made spoiled
I've been livin' in a dream for too
forced me to pay, but now, here, today...

YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!

Is this way right or
Should I go... right or
It's too hot, no more
I feel wet, I die!