Luyện nghe bài hát The Robot with Human Hair pt. 4

Back to sloth and sleeping
Self defeating outburst,
Thoughts rusty, creaky hinges
Lost that box of syringes

to the ceiling I'm in view
Can't the notion I'm becoming you
The look from above same as
Sign up for high, free of low

The Jig is up, I'm the one
the ones I love
Light my path, the beacon
my balance
Can't stop

I wear soul on my sleeve at
for substance
I lose control of my autonomic
for the impulse
And I saw the burning in your eyes
Your thoughts
Follow me down, get paralyzed
the winding road
Hang on, on
lose composure now
Hang on on
into the miracle
Don't be cynical
Hang on, on
Don't composure now
Hang on on
Girl don't be so
Come here get physical
pressure
Getting
I weight upon my shoulders

Here I live inside cd
Tell your friends he's creepy

out
A simple
confused by
arrange and move
into spaces no meaning
eat this song your ears are
Cut out conversation, desperation, now
losing admiration, holding onto
What have I done, what I done?
calls for your attention?
What have I
have I done?
That you hanging on?

I can turn it off
I can smile on a
I can make in him
The in the algorithm