Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge of the Dadaists

Sont-ils prisonniers? (French: Are they in?)
Devrais-je les librer? (French: I release them?)

seclusion frightens me

What happened to armies,
gardens,
Proud models?

Now I sit
zombie
Longing for the

One can't energy
One can transfer it
What if I never reality
Could I it?

tree roots curling up as if to grow towards the sky
Inverting gravity and plummeting angels to

Grabbing air pockets to free
You on extra limbs
And in

The dirt feels and soft
Seems so yet so welcoming
You hear the Earth breathe and for a moment, there
Get an perspective
mix and flesh confuses with elements

You aren't about getting up
Perhaps the trees were right and merging with the is
The way to for centuries
Coffins upside down like cumulus

and see who's inside!
You wonder how the don't swing open
Are locked in?
Should i them?

You leave of fire
So no one can your tracks
I be trudging ahead but I just keep looking back

You never told me that I would get so burnt
I freeze upon contact now
So the flames don't

Does controlling make it void
If energy is transferred, not

I invite them to all
confusion through ballpoint

Did you the intentional dreaming and patriotic cut-outs?
I still feel the strangulation me out

is still not the way you want to end
The leaves down to tuck you in
This is where you wake up again
I hope you will - I'm just not

You the mantle pulse

The throb
The nucleus
You see around you
Who felt it all

eyes and superior senses
Curious seem
They apathetic

they really care?
They know they knew what we to understand
only goes so far
Make way for the

There's only so much carbon in the
Take a

had your time
Get in
You must be this to ride

You leave footsteps of
So no one can follow tracks
I be trudging ahead but I just keep looking back

You never warned me that I get so badly burnt
I freeze upon contact now
So the flames don't