Luyện nghe bài hát The Web

The rain at my window
Its symphony in my womb
My gaze scans the of this apartment
To the confines of my tomb

I'm the cyclops in the
I'm the without the cause
Crying my rubber plants
Ignoring doors

from ancient newspapers
Lie scattered the floor
by the wine from a shattered glass

Meaningless words, yellowed by
Faded photos exposing
Celluloid bleeding my mind
Christ, you've finished hangman
You've cast the dice

Advice, advice, me
This will not suffice
And begins the web

Attempting to discard these memories
I only serve to wallow in our
I fabricate the weave my excuses
strands, I hope and pray shall last
Oh please do last, oh please do

The fly trap the insects
Ivy the wall
Needles make to the junkies
The sirens seduce their call

Confidence has me
you it has forsaken me
Confused and rejected, despised and
I kiss isolation on its brow

Security, me
Obscurity, me
Christ, your were so obvious
As my friend have

I only laughed your tears
But even cry
But jesters cry

I realize, I the key to freedom
Oh, I cannot let my be ruled by threads
The has come to make decisions
The changes have to be

I realize, I hold the key to
I let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to decisions
The changes have to be

Now I you, the past does have its say
You're all but forgotten, a mote in my
have been made
They've been made, they've made

Decisions have been
I've conquered my fears, all my
The flaming shroud, the flaming
Must the web
The web, the web, the web