Luyện nghe bài hát The Web

The rain auditions at my
Its symphony in my womb
My gaze scans the walls of this
To rectify the of my tomb

I'm the in the tents
I'm the soul without the
Crying 'midst my rubber
beckoning doors
Clippings from ancient
Lie scattered across the
Stained by the from a shattered glass
Meaningless
by time
Faded photos exposing the
Celluloid leeches bleeding my
Christ you've playing hangman
cast the fateful dice
Advice, advice, advice me, this shroud not suffice
And begins the web

to discard these clinging memories
I only serve to in our past
I fabricate the weave my excuses
strands I hope and pray shall last
Oh do last
Oh do last

The fly needs the insects
Ivy the wall
make love to the junkies
The sirens with their call
Confidence has me, with you it has forsaken me
Confused and rejected, and alone,
I kiss isolation on its brow
Security me
threatening me
Christ, your reasons so obvious
As my have qualified
I laughed away your tears, but even jesters cry
But jesters cry

I realize I hold the key to
Ohh I cannot let my life be by threads
The time has to make decisions
The changes to be made

I I hold the key to freedom
I let my life be ruled by threads
The has come to make decisions
The changes have to be

Now I you
The past does its say
You're all but
A in my heart
have been made
They've made
They've been

have been made
I've conquered my fears, all my
The shroud, the flaming shroud
Thus the web, the web, the web, the web, the web