Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Your Clock

I am clock
I am religion
I am shotgun mechanical bride
Nothing is done my approval

I own you, I own you
I how long you sleep
And how rest
You are ever

I what you desire
I deny you time to
I am the mirror, constant
follows and shadows you wherever you go

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

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

Do not
Do not
Do not fall
Wings are right behind you

You what's coming next
As I swoop down a hungry owl
And my talons into your back
And drag you back to square one

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

up, it's over
Give up, over
No time to try something you like
The were all due yesterday

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

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

days having a baby
Is like having a BMW used to be
While they're
these new age cassettes

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

I am the teacher who yelled at you
For not attention
And shamed you in front of the entire
And dragged you around the by the hair

This is what happens to boys and
penmanship is messy
Be neat the others
orders

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

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

Despise your ideas boss knows best
We can't all do we want to do
Always settle for what told to expect
Do not take you might fail

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

Bad
Bad
depression
Mental hospitals,

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

For just 19.95 and thirteen minutes out of your busy day
You could the full rich experience of parenthood
Without the mess of the thing

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

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

Peek in the door
I slam it on your
Go back, adventure is not
Go back, not

I you exhausted
and afraid
Never enough
Never nerve

To reach out for something
Than the you call your life

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

Briefcase in
Money rains just out of reach
You'll burn out soon
all part of the plan

When no longer useful
You can finally
To the glue factory of your
Free at last to your head
Wondering what

Find how flew
past you
Free at last to wonder 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 your own, to to die