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 study conspiracy, 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 associates down to the few you can stand
And even they sometimes what's going on in that head of yours
You study east and western philosophy, psychology,
You think a lot more, and start to question
You wonder about nervous system's limits
You tamper with 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 you were dreaming
If the castle crumbles no one's 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 to run, no place to hide
You can't from inside, and you're losing your mind
You try to think of it started, and ask yourself why
But each thought deepens the sickness and the desert dry
feeds the derangement of the inner eye
With left you find yourself falling to madness so you...

... cry to your god, and act normal to peers
What if God ain't hearing you? That's your only
Each day you more about your psychosis
No one but you can you, and you know this
That's the part of it all
In your rational mind, you know two things for sure
One is that your totally
And the other is that the only one with the cure
It make sense, it's not how you imagined
You knew it could 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 evidence of one who himself mad
You're crazy, and desperately reachin' for reason
But the strain to stay sane's your demon; best believe it

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

Now I know you've felt 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 that 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
feeds the derangement of the inner eye
With nothing left you find yourself falling to madness, so you
so you (repeated)

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