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

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

I fled, I
the space
But the bulk
Was chasing me
my footsteps
Unsated killing me

Nailing my incandescent
the border
Of
In a where
A of fleshly numbers
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 world
I am your world"

I can't
the fog
-
The and inexplicable

That together
The human brain -
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 and wings
Each
To unbounded
With the joy
Of

Their final
And in the
They're and dropping
Like lifeless
by the plaintive
Whistling of the
You learn, we are all pawns
On this hopeless
move!

"Maybe you don't know my
But well you know my
- My is death"
Dressed in white,
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
by fate
In the degree
The
Without return
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
finally
To me
the unknown
Persecutor
- Frame frame -
In a instantaneous
shock
Here is my face
To reveal,
The dramatic

When and hangman
roles
The freedom
Of a dreams

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