Luyện nghe bài hát Skies

Cough, gasp, and sputter,
spinning helplessly down 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 rise at
Maybe it?s too naive to not ship
when deviating so drastically the initial script.

beneath the weight of inevitability,
and all the therein.
Cower in the shadow of the sun,
eclipsing, eclipsing, eclipsed.

Is it void? Or is the truth in shade?
Are all the before us a masquerade?
no deceit, no selfish lies,
we in our own crypt and we mobilize,
waking up to heat
and the of rancid meat.
Don?t have the or the time to repeat mistakes.
Like high, hot hauls, through tolls
with bigger for hungry trolls.
Each sharpened by eye sockets torn,
standing on the of the worn.
Welcome to the place 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?

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

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

No I believe.

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

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

Stumble beneath the radar, big holes in each great
is all the I need.
Knowledge often beckons and can astray.
Whisper release me, me, release.
into an endless sea.
No to falter no plan supersedes.
frequencies,
but we the change. Fate is nothing but a nervous disease.

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