Luyện nghe bài hát Telekinesis

Nobody knows my indentity.
For all we know I'm F. Kennedy's
love child Nosferatu.
We can't know, but we got to.
Nobody how deep this mystery goes,
but ancient history shows:
We're all descended the same evil alien slime.
And it's a pretty of gray.
It makes the eat away.
breaks and cow's milk curdles.
It in the dark and it mutates turtles.
told me something interesting.
They told me the world is tempesting
and around again.
I've had of that pseudo-Zen.
Somebody else was watching afar,
screwing it up like a VCR.
She thought that I was insincere, because
I rolled my a bit too much.
Am I really that out of
Why I care about this?
I'm not with the things I miss.
I don't see the point in not in
you can taste like fear and cinnamon.
Sadly this hasn't gotten me but dread and gluttony.
Under the ground is where I go.
Surely is a way, but I dunno
how to get there. No one to know, actually, so
I tried to use a spade,
but it was very made.
It broke into so pieces.
It's times like that I wish had
Telekinesis...