Luyện nghe bài hát The Girl Who Was... Death

Don't him
he turns his back
He at you
Don't him
his eyes are closed:
He looks at you

I fled, I
the space
But the bulk
Was chasing me
Breathing my
with killing me

Nailing my incandescent
the border
Of
In a where
A of fleshly numbers
incessantly
Into the ironic
Of the
to remember
The
Of the word:

"Who are you for?
What are you at?"
A "a star"
A "an insect"
A "a flying fish"

"I'm looking at
Who to my world"
"This is your
I am your world"

I remember
the fog
-
The real and

That crowd
The human lobes -
me
In the web
Of the one who
The of the mad
and churning
The confetti of thoughts

"Without
no war
And war
no victory
My dear!"

I will not be
Filed,

Briefed,
Or numbered!

- -

Welcome, my freind!
Here whole
Of
raised
Their eyes and
Each
To space
With the joy
Of

Their final
And in the
They're and dropping
Like flowers
Swayed by the
Whistling of the
You learn, we are all pawns
On this chessboard;
move!

"Maybe you don't know my
But you know my name
- My is death"
in white, smiling
The who was death
And me so much
Desiring to me back to her
The way out
To no

"Why are trying
To me?"
"Because they don't
You are
Dead!"

to face
up
In the of time
The man and I
Joined by
In the absolute
The
Without return
the price to one is:

And pain to the is:
Not dying!

The mask! The mask!
I take off
His mask!
Now! Now!

But just as
Seems
To me
Aand the
Persecutor
- after frame -
In a instantaneous
shock
Here is my face
To reveal,
The dramatic

When victim and
roles
The triumphant
Of a thousand

In the
Of a new
- Once -
of
Smiles, masks, lifeless
Be you!
Wandering the catacombs of life
I plunge into the whirl
Wandering through the catacombs of
Slowly I into the whirl of
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