Luyện nghe bài hát Past Is A Grotesque Animal, The

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

The sun is out, it melts the snow that fell
Makes you wonder why it

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

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

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

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

The mousy screams, 'Violence, violence'
The girl screams, 'Violence, violence'
She gets 'cause they're both so mean
And it's my scene

But the cruelty's so
you sad on the stage
Though our project has so much potential
But like we weren't made for this world
Though I wouldn't really want to meet who was

Do I have to scream in face?
I've been lamps and vegetables
it all in my face, I don't care

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

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

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

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

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

I'm so touched by goodness
You me feel so criminal
How do you it together?
I'm all, all

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

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