Luyện nghe bài hát The Dive (A)

It starts out with a question. How of it is real?
The skepticism sets in, and your appeal
Next, you study conspiracy, develop some
And become extra wary of all your previous material
tolerence for stupidity degrades
Most of your friends seem to be trapped in the
You narrow your associates down to the few you can
And they sometimes wonder what's going on in that head of yours
You east and western philosophy, psychology, physics
You think a lot more, and start to existence
You wonder your nervous system's limits
You with reality maps, and then ask hallucinogenic induced
"Who am What am I? Am I forever?"
All information breathes in the shallow dark hells of
You can see where it's leading. You wish you were
If the castle crumbles no one's there to put it back

Have you ever felt yourself slippin'
Where all you about's your sanity, and how it decayed?
There's no place to run, no to hide
You escape from inside, and you're losing your mind
You try to think of it started, and ask yourself why
But thought deepens the sickness and completes the desert dry
feeds 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 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 for sure
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 knew it just happen
You thought it came 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 going crazy, and desperately for reason
But the strain to stay sane's your only best believe it

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

Now I know felt yourself slip away
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 you've lost your
You can't your mistakes. There's no way to rewind
The you look, the harder it is to find
Fear 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 more and more like yours