Luyện nghe bài hát The Introvert

Leave well enough alone, the telephone
Be what you can see, a curious and odd belief
Meant to the crooked mile, never blink, you never smile
Sees in nothing much, a skeletal emotion push, no

Unrising, slumped
The seasons are controlling

Leave well enough alone, annihilate the
Sees itself in nothing much, a skeletal push, no

Unrising, over
The seasons are controlling

The ladder of crucifixion
Of eyes, one green, one blue
A gaze

Unrising, slumped
The dank seasons are

A 'Never had', a 'Never
In the syringe being through
The leverage that it over
Is dropping the moot, drowning on a sinking boat
The pressure brings it up, then

Like,

[incomprehensible] it slicks, it slicks
Now it's [incomprehensible]
It's got a

It's got a

It wasn't
Now over [incomprehensible]