Luyện nghe bài hát Past Is A Grotesque Animal, The

The past is a grotesque
And in its you see
How wrong you can be
How completely you can be

The sun is out, it melts the snow fell yesterday
you wonder why it bothered

I in love with the first cute girl that I met
Who appreciate George Bataille
Standing at a Swedish
Discussing 'Story of the
'Story of the Eye'

It's so embarrassing to someone like I do you
How can I explain I need you and not here too
How can I explain I need you and not here too

I'm out, I'm flunking out
I'm gone, I'm gone
But at least I author my own
At I author my own disaster

Performance breakdown and I don't want to it
I'm just not
Things be different but they're not
Things be different but they're not

The mousy girl screams, 'Violence,
The mousy girl screams, 'Violence,
She gets hysterical 'cause they're both so
And my favorite scene

But the so predictable
Makes you sad on the
our love project has so much potential
But it's like we made for this world
Though I wouldn't really to meet someone who was

Do I have to scream in your
I've dodging lamps and vegetables
Throw it all in my face, I don't

Let's just have some fun, tear this shit apart
Let's tear the fucking apart
tear our fucking bodies apart
Let's have some fun

you've red-rovered the gestapo circling my heart
And nothing can defeat you, no death, no ugly
You've lived so brightly, you've everything
I find searching for old selves
While speeding forward the plate glass of maturing cells

I've the unraveler, the parhelion
But even Apocalypse is fleeting, there's no death, no world
Sometimes I wonder if mythologizing me like I do you
me like I do you

We our film to be beautiful, not realistic
me in the radiance of terror dreams
You can me, you can
You can me

me something wonderful
Crown my head, crowd my head with lilting effects
Project fears on to me, I need to view them
See there's nothing to
I promise you there's to them

I'm so touched by your
You make me feel so
How do you keep it
I'm all, all

But you know, no matter we are
We're always touching by wires

explored you with the detachment of an analyst
But most nights we've raided the same
And none of our are physical
None of our secrets are
None of our secrets are now