Luyện nghe bài hát The Dive (A)

It starts out with a question. How of it is real?
The sets in, and lessens your appeal
Next, you study conspiracy, develop some
And become extra of all your previous learned material
tolerence for stupidity degrades
Most of your friends seem to be in the maze
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 and western philosophy, psychology, physics
You a lot more, and start to question existence
You wonder about your system's limits
You tamper with reality maps, and then ask hallucinogenic
"Who am What am I? Am I forever?"
All breathes in the shallow dark hells of never
You can see where it's leading. You wish you dreaming
If the crumbles no one's there to put it back together

Have you ever felt 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 of when it started, and ask yourself why
But each deepens the sickness and completes the desert dry
Fear feeds the derangement of the eye
With nothing left you find yourself falling to so you...

... cry to your god, and act normal to your
What if God ain't you? That's your only fear
Each day you more about your psychosis
No one but you can help you, and you know
That's the craziest of it all
In your rational mind, you only two things for sure
One is that your totally
And the other is that you're the one with the cure
It doesn't make sense, it's not how you
You never knew it could just
You thought it came from stress, suicide, a death experience
War, trips, low pay ,carelessness
heard plenty of stories about schizophrenia
But never had of one who thought himself mad
You're going crazy, and desperately reachin' for
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 explain how you
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 think what you know
a total lunatic, and afraid it's starting to show
Where do you go when brain is your worst enemy?
The six hundred and sixty six foot tall on seventh street?
You're scared. scared. Why are you so scared?
There'd be no problem if you care
Now truly 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 about's your sanity, and how it decayed
no place to run. No place to hide
You can't escape the fact you've lost your mind
You can't erase your mistakes. no way to rewind
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 foot you fall
the voice in your head starts to sound more and more like