Luyện nghe bài hát Target Audience (narcissus Narcosis)

Am I sorry sky went
Put knives in babies backs?
Am I sorry you killed the and Huxley too?

But I'm sorry Shakespeare was your
And your apples into my throat
your Sunday smiles are rusty nails
And your crucifixion commercials
But I'm a pitiful anonymous

And I see all the believers
target audience
I see all the old
We all sing their song

Am I just to be alive
Putting my in the beehive?
Am I sorry for booth and Oswald, pinks and too?

I'm sorry you never the bag in my head for a bomb
And my was a needle hole
I'm sorry I saw a priest beaten and I made a wish
But I'm a pitiful anonymous

And I see all the young
target audience
I see all the old
We all just sing song

I see all the believers
Your audience
I see all the old
We all just sing song
We all sing their song
We all just sing song

The of death we are free
Your father's your you see
The of death we are free
Your father's prison you see

I see all the young
target audience
I see all the old
We all just their song

just a copy of an imitation
You're a copy of an imitation