Luyện nghe bài hát The Unattractive, Portable Head

"Lifeless and indifferent face on the wall, who is the fairest one fall?"
I've a season with the wolves at the door.
dirty magazines, spread out, all across my floor.
Some say the apple doesn't fall far the tree
But just a lazy way to dismiss the seed.
This is looking to put on a few hundred years.
And willing to earn through your blood and your tears.
I you to listen to the sound of my voice
And know I was created by not by choice.
may call that the death of the light
But I to call it "Embracing the night"
Too hands are held out to take.
Too hands aren't prepared to break.
Now, for season with the wolves at the door,
and scratching and begging for more.
There is a future your may not see.
There is a you may not believe.
is a future that will be here in time.
But won't make it to sign on that line.
I've seen an sky of ships explode
And some men will never make it home.
We near a when all of us know.
we find out.
Do we really what we sow?
It will be cold when the rain comes, to the tears as they fall.
I will be to pull a lesser man from a ledge and then
And and then...
I want to cast off the of desire.
I want be buried in a of fire.
I to stand up and be twenty feet tall.
I to reach out and feel nothing at all.