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

Don't him
he turns his back
He at you
trust him
When his eyes are
He still at you

I fled, I
Devouring the
But the shapeless
Was chasing me
my footsteps
Unsated killing me

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

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

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

I can't
the fog
-
The and inexplicable

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

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

I will not be
Filed,

Briefed,
Or numbered!

- -

Welcome, my freind!
whole generations
Of
raised
Their and wings
Each
To unbounded
the innocent joy
Of

Their metamorphosis
And in the
dead 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 girl who was
And loved me so
Desiring to bring me to her
The way out
To no

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

Face to
up
In the of time
The man and I
by fate
In the degree
The
Without return
the price to one is:

And pain to the is:
Not dying!

The mask! The mask!
I must off
His mask!
Now! Now!

But just as
finally
To me
Aand the
Persecutor
- after frame -
In a slow
shock
Here is my contorted
To reveal,
The final

When and hangman
roles
The freedom
Of a dreams

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