Luyện nghe bài hát Telekinesis

Nobody knows my indentity.
For all we know I'm John F.
child with Nosferatu.
We can't know, but we got to.
Nobody knows how deep mystery goes,
but ancient caveman history
all descended from the same evil alien slime.
And it's a pretty of gray.
It the woodwork eat away.
Glass and cow's milk curdles.
It in the dark and it mutates turtles.
told me something interesting.
They told me the is always tempesting
round and again.
had enough of that pseudo-Zen.
Somebody was watching from afar,
screwing it up like a VCR.
She thought I was very insincere, because
I my eyes 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 in not believing in
you can taste like fear and cinnamon.
Sadly this gotten me anything but dread and gluttony.
Under the ground is I wanna go.
there 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 poorly made.
It into so many pieces.
times like these that I wish had
Telekinesis...