Luyện nghe bài hát The Dive (A)

It starts out a question. How much of it is real?
The skepticism in, and lessens your appeal
Next, you study conspiracy, develop theories
And become extra wary of all your previous material
tolerence for stupidity degrades
Most of your seem to be trapped in the maze
You narrow your associates to the few you can stand
And even they sometimes wonder what's on in that head of yours
You east and western philosophy, psychology, physics
You a lot more, and start to question existence
You about your nervous system's limits
You tamper with reality maps, and then ask induced
"Who am What am I? Am I forever?"
All information breathes in the shallow hells of never
You can see where leading. You wish you were dreaming
If the castle no one's there to put it back together

Have you felt yourself slippin' away?
Where all you about's your sanity, and how it decayed?
There's no place to run, no to hide
You can't escape from inside, and losing your mind
You try to think of it started, and ask yourself why
But each thought deepens the sickness and the desert dry
Fear the derangement of the inner eye
With nothing left you find falling to madness so you...

... cry to your god, and act normal to your
What if God ain't hearing you? your only fear
Each day you think more about psychosis
No one but you can help you, and you know
That's the part of it all
In rational mind, you only know two things for sure
One is your totally nuts
And the other is that you're the only one the cure
It doesn't make sense, it's not how you
You never knew it just happen
You it came from stress, suicide, a near death experience
War, trips, low pay ,carelessness
You've plenty of stories about schizophrenia
But never had of one who thought himself mad
You're going crazy, and reachin' for reason
But the strain to stay sane's your only demon; best it

You finally that you've always lived in hell
No human model or metaphor can how you fell
The alive, and it changes as you try to escape it
It created time and made it appear to by
You don't what you think. You don't think what you know
You're a lunatic, and afraid it's starting to show
Where do you go when your is your worst enemy?
The six hundred and six foot tall bridge on seventh street?
scared. You're scared. Why are you so scared?
There'd be no if you didn't care
Now you've truly formed an opinion about
It starts out a question, and this is what it ends in

Now I know you've felt yourself slip
Now all you think about's sanity, and how it decayed
There's no to run. No place to hide
You can't escape the fact that lost your mind
You can't erase your mistakes. There's no way to
The harder you look, the it is to find
Fear feeds the derangement of the eye
With nothing left you find yourself to madness, so you dive
so you (repeated)

And each foot you fall
the voice in your head starts to more and more like yours