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 roar
Follow

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

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

In the time
Fortune all (off?)

Faschists for
reason I fashioned darkness

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

And I creep creep
Creep creep for a solid place
Ooh, frightened of reality

Insomnia stands by me glee

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

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

stands by me with glee
(I'm all better?)
Forget it it
Cry (for to sleep?us inbetween?your savage way?)
I'm sore in a
It's not my

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

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

A to call perfection
Theatre, intrigue all in the dead of winter
A to hold you in disguised to live a shack
A memory what comedians are for
Reflection, in my heart
The river of (???) swallow
To melt enters love

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

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