Luyện nghe bài hát The Dive (A)

It out with a question. How much of it is real?
The sets in, and lessens your appeal
Next, you conspiracy, develop some theories
And become extra of all your previous learned material
Your tolerence for degrades
Most of your friends seem to be trapped in the
You narrow your associates down to the few you can
And even they wonder what's going on in that head of yours
You study east and philosophy, psychology, physics
You a lot more, and start to question existence
You wonder your nervous system's limits
You tamper with reality maps, and ask hallucinogenic 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 crumbles no there to put it back together

Have you ever yourself slippin' away?
Where all you think about's sanity, and how it decayed?
There's no place to run, no to hide
You can't escape inside, and you're losing your mind
You try to think of when it started, and ask why
But each thought deepens the sickness and completes the dry
feeds the derangement of the inner eye
With left you find yourself falling to madness so you...

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

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

Now I know you've yourself slip away
Now all you think about's your sanity, and how it
There's no place to run. No to hide
You can't escape the fact that you've lost your
You can't your mistakes. There's no way to rewind
The you look, the harder it is to find
feeds the derangement of the inner eye
With left you find yourself falling to madness, so you dive
so you (repeated)

And with each foot you
the voice in your head starts to sound more and more like