Luyện nghe bài hát Skies

Cough, gasp, and sputter,
spinning down toward the earth.
A loss of control, the sky whole.
down, down.
Forever down, down, down.

But is it entirely a fall?
No deceptive currents, no at all?
it?s too naive to not jump ship
when so drastically from the initial script.

Tremble the weight of inevitability,
and all the therein.
in the shadow of the ever-present sun,
eclipsing, eclipsing, eclipsed.

Is it completely void? Or is the truth in
Are all the before us a masquerade?
no deceit, no selfish lies,
we stand in our own and we mobilize,
waking up to blazing
and the of rancid meat.
Don?t have the patience or the to repeat mistakes.
Like high, hot hauls, through highway
bigger brothers for hungry trolls.
Each sharpened by eye sockets torn,
on the graves of the worn.
Welcome to the integrity is born.
Heart in the right place, missing the mark.
exception is a shot in the dark.
With no and no regret,
is listening yet?

beneath the weight of inevitability,
and all the therein.
in the shadow of the ever-present sun,
eclipsing, eclipsing, eclipsed.

in uncertainty.
Strange can happen when faced with adversity.
Ask and you receive,
or swing frantic your arms. Fate is nothing but a belief.
I believe the end is in pavement.
I don?t believe there?s beneath.
I don?t believe death in the basement,
no I believe.

No I believe.

the fall, there is no end.
No ambiguous to comprehend.
No bruised and battered egos in descent?s ethos.
No magnificent creation myth. No to pad the story with.
I will never quit, or watch my brothers quit,
but I?ll lower down a lifeboat if abandoning the ship.
?True sailing?s dead,? should have the first thing said
before the could be written, before the writing could be read.

The wreckage was found,
but the box was recovered.
The message profound.
In our final moments our true are all discovered.
So let it fall, fall. if it turns out to be futile,
at we couldn?t ask for a sky so clear or a day more beautiful.
They?ll never the wreckage, transcending all human languages.
Just a promise and a final message: the is all there truly ever is.
Just a and a final message: the descent is all there ever is.
Just a promise and a, a promise and a final message: the fall is all there ever is.
Just a promise and a final message: the descent is all there is.
Just a and a, just a promise and a final message: the fall is all there ever is.

Stumble beneath the radar, big holes in great city
is all the I need.
Knowledge beckons and can lead astray.
Whisper me, release me, release.
into an endless sea.
No reason to no plan supersedes.
frequencies,
but we welcome the change. Fate is but a nervous disease.

Cough, gasp, and sputter,
helplessly down toward the earth.
A loss of control, the sky whole.
down, down.
Forever down, down, down.