Luyện nghe bài hát Sore in a Masterpiece/Dead of Winter

[something buried in intro about 20 seconds in]:"can't believe gotten it all sorted?"
in fear
Redder flare
round

Lock 'em in
I'm sore in a
And I creep creep
creep creep for a solid place

Ooh, you're frightened of
stands by me with glee
Oh, sore in a
And I creep creep
Creep creep creep for a place
legion

In the time
Fortune all (off?)

Faschists for
That's I fashioned darkness

I'm in a masterpiece
Lot of lost over all costs

And I creep creep
Creep creep for a solid place
Ooh, you're frightened of

Insomnia stands by me with

(shot?/shock?)
I'm in a masterpiece

And I creep creep
Creep creep for a solid place
Ooh, you're of reality

Insomnia stands by me with
(I'm all better?)
Forget it it
Cry (for sanity?yourself to inbetween?your savage way?)
I'm sore in a
not my fault

(stuff in distorted)
"watch closely"
"closer (closer, closer,...)"
It's
It's eve
October bleak and
There's frost murder in my (???)
And still the earned
The stained windows of night

It's Christmas here for my dead of winter
I gaze the [nursery?/rosary?]
I speak where is the
[decost?] and pray to priests in the of winter
The heart is a?/smelt a?/smells of?] birds out of place

A paradise to call
Theatre, intrigue all in the dead of winter
A place to hold you in disguised to a shack
A that's what comedians are for
Reflection, in my heart
The of (???) swallow them?
To melt them love

Dead dont worry
Become repression [surge?/serve?] the church dead of... winter, winter ...cold
Here sauce is cold cold again again I

(???)
They think the hot [?sent here and then?]
dont know what its like to live fuck
I'm not (???) priest (???) hollow (???) dead don't (???)dead love(???)