Luyện nghe bài hát The Web

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

I'm the cyclops in the
I'm the soul the cause
Crying 'midst my plants
Ignoring doors
Clippings ancient newspapers
Lie scattered across the
Stained by the wine from a shattered
words
Yellowed by
Faded exposing the pain
leeches bleeding my mind
Christ finished playing hangman
You've cast the dice
Advice, advice, advice me, this shroud not suffice
And begins the web

Attempting to discard these clinging
I only serve to in our past
I fabricate the with my excuses
It's strands I hope and shall last
Oh do last
Oh do last

The fly trap needs the
Ivy the wall
Needles make to the junkies
The sirens with their call
has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me
Confused and rejected, and alone,
I kiss isolation on its fevered
clutching me
Obscurity me
Christ, your reasons were so
As my friends qualified
I only laughed away 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 time has to make decisions
The have to be made

I realize I hold the key to
I cannot let my life be ruled by
The has come to make decisions
The changes to be made

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

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