Luyện nghe bài hát The Dive (A)

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

Have you ever felt slippin' away?
Where all you think about's sanity, and how it decayed?
There's no to run, no place to hide
You escape from inside, and you're losing your mind
You try to think of when it started, and ask why
But each deepens the sickness and completes the desert dry
Fear feeds the of the inner eye
With nothing left you find yourself to madness so you...

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

You finally realize you've always lived in hell
No human model or metaphor can explain how you
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 you think. You don't think what you know
a total lunatic, and afraid it's starting to show
Where do you go when your brain is your enemy?
The six hundred and sixty six foot tall on seventh street?
You're scared. You're scared. Why are you so
be no problem if you didn't care
Now you've truly an opinion about heaven
It starts out with a question, and is what it ends in

Now I know you've yourself slip away
Now all you think about's sanity, and how it decayed
There's no place to run. No to hide
You can't escape the fact you've lost your mind
You can't erase your mistakes. There's no way to
The you look, the harder it is to find
Fear feeds the of the inner 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 to sound more and more like yours