Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Your Clock

I am your
I am religion
I am shotgun mechanical bride
Nothing is done without my

I own you, I own you
I decide how you sleep
And how much
You are ever

I what you desire
I deny you to think
I am the mirror, constant
That and shadows you wherever you go

And blocks out the
At the end of every you try
Be on
Be on

Always feel like you're always
feel like you're always late
And need more scolding and

Do not
Do not
Do not behind
Wings are flapping behind you

You know what's next
As I down like a hungry owl
And sink my into your back
And you back to square one again

The gets a little worse every time
Crash, crumple, crash,
Do not go, do not collect
Your dignity and your self

Give up, it's
Give up, it's
No time allowed to try you like
The bills were all due

You've failed, you're
failed, you're through

First we form our habits then they us
We dress up as else every day
Gingerbread houses, fireplace
What best the witches won't let you have

These having a baby
Is like having a BMW used to be
they're asleep
Play these new age

To subliminal messages
I mom, I like school
I like to study, I like

I am the school who yelled at you
For not paying
And shamed you in of the entire class
And dragged you around the room by the

This is happens to boys and girls
Whose is messy
Be neat like the
orders

Obey is put in front of you
is the ultimate sin
You can't be creative the rest of life
Your counselor wants a with you

If you school, you'll love work
Resign yourself to a job you'll
Get a hobby but it in the garage
Shove yourself a slot

Despise your ideas your boss best
We all do what we want to do
Always settle for what you're told to
Do not chances you might fail

And you don't want to find out the way
How our society
The
The who make mistakes

Bad
Bad
depression
Mental hospitals,

on the cutting room floor
Die in the bin by the door, of the spirit
Why do people chase so many toys
In of the perfect baby sitter?

For just 19.95 and just thirteen out of your busy day
You could have the rich experience of parenthood
the mess of the real thing

It's Video Baby
From Programming Incorporated
Offering all of the
And none of the

I am calendar, there is no escape
I am why so afraid to respect yourself
I led you down garden after path
carrots on a stick
I'll let you taste but embrace

Peek in the wrong
I it on your fingers
Go back, adventure is not
Go back, not

I you exhausted
Henpecked and
Never bounty
enough nerve

To reach out for something
Than the you call your life

The hatch of your cage is open
But guess who waits just the door
Stay on treadmill
Keep running on wire wheel

Briefcase in
Money rains down out of reach
You'll burn out enough
It's all part of the

When you're no longer
You can finally
To the glue factory of your
Free at last to your head
what happened

Find how flew
Right you
at last to wonder what happened
Free at last, I bid you

On your own, to to die
On your own, to to die
On your own, to to die
On own, to wait to die