Luyện nghe bài hát The Web

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

I'm the cyclops in the
I'm the soul without the
Crying my rubber plants
beckoning doors
Clippings from ancient
Lie scattered across the
Stained by the wine a shattered glass
words
Yellowed by
Faded photos exposing the
Celluloid leeches bleeding my
Christ finished playing hangman
You've cast the dice
Advice, advice, advice me, shroud shall not suffice
And thus the web

Attempting to discard these memories
I only serve to wallow in our
I fabricate the with my excuses
It's I hope and pray shall last
Oh please do
Oh do last

The fly trap needs the
Ivy the wall
Needles love to the junkies
The sirens seduce their call
Confidence has me, with you it has forsaken me
and rejected, despised and alone,
I kiss on its fevered brow
clutching me
Obscurity me
Christ, your reasons so obvious
As my have qualified
I only laughed your tears, but even jesters cry
But even cry

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

I I hold the key to freedom
I cannot let my life be ruled by
The time has come to decisions
The have to be made

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

Decisions have been
conquered my fears, all my fears
The flaming shroud, the flaming
Thus the web, the web, the web, the web, the web