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

Don't him
When he turns his
He at you
Don't him
his eyes are closed:
He still at you

I fled, I
Devouring the
But the shapeless
Was me -enraged-
Breathing my
Unsated with me

Nailing my thoughts
the border
Of
In a place
A of fleshly numbers
incessantly
Into the waters
Of the
to remember
The
Of the impossible

"Who are you looking
What are you at?"
A "a star"
A "an insect"
A plane? "a fish"

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

I remember
the fog
-
The real and

That together
The human brain -
me
In the web
Of the one who
The of the mad
Curbing and
The of their thoughts

"Without
no war
And war
There's no
My dear!"

I not be pushed
Filed,

Briefed,
Or numbered!

- -

Welcome, my freind!
Here generations
Of
raised
Their eyes and
morning
To unbounded
With the joy
Of

Their metamorphosis
And in the
dead and dropping
Like flowers
Swayed by the
Whistling of the
You must learn, we are all
On this chessboard;
move!

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

"Why are trying
To me?"
"Because they know
You are
Dead!"

to face
up
In the cage of
The man and I
by fate
In the absolute
The
Without match
Where the 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
appears
- after frame -
In a instantaneous
shock
Here is my face
To reveal,
The final

When victim and
Exchange
The triumphant
Of a thousand

In the
Of a new
- again -
of
Smiles, masks, confetti
Be you!
through the catacombs of life
Desperately I plunge the whirl
Wandering the catacombs of life
Slowly I fall the whirl of
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