Luyện nghe bài hát The Web

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

I'm the cyclops in the
I'm the soul without the
Crying my rubber plants
beckoning doors
Clippings from newspapers
Lie across the floor
Stained by the wine from a glass
Meaningless
Yellowed by
Faded photos the pain
Celluloid bleeding my mind
Christ you've finished playing
You've the fateful dice
Advice, advice, advice me, this shroud shall not
And begins the web

Attempting to discard clinging memories
I only serve to wallow in our
I the weave with my excuses
strands I hope and pray shall last
Oh please do
Oh please do

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

I I hold the key to freedom
Ohh I cannot let my life be by threads
The has come to make decisions
The changes have to be

I realize I hold the key to
I cannot let my be ruled by threads
The time has come to make
The have to be made

Now I you
The past does its say
all but forgotten
A mote in my
have been made
They've been
been made

Decisions been made
I've my fears, all my fears
The flaming shroud, the shroud
ends the web, the web, the web, the web, the web