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 looks at you

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

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

"Who are you looking
are you looking 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 can't
the fog
-
The and inexplicable

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

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

I not be pushed
Filed,

Briefed,
Or numbered!

- -

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

Their metamorphosis
And in the
They're dead and
Like lifeless
by the plaintive
Whistling of the
You must learn, we are all
On hopeless chessboard;
move!

"Maybe you know my face
But well you my name
- My is death"
in white, smiling
The girl who was
And loved me so
to bring me back to her
The way out
To no

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

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

When victim and
Exchange
The freedom
Of a thousand

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