Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Your Clock

I am your
I am religion
I am your shotgun mechanical
Nothing is without my approval

I own you, I own you
I how long you sleep
And how much
You are allowed

I what you desire
I you time to think
I am the mirror, constant
That follows and shadows you you go

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is what happens to and girls
penmanship is messy
Be like the others
orders

Obey what is put in of you
Imagination is the sin
You be creative the rest of your life
Your wants a word with you

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

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

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

Bad
Bad
Homeless
Mental hospitals,

Born on the room floor
Die in the bin by the door, of the spirit
Why do people chase so useless toys
In search of the perfect sitter?

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

It's Video Baby
From Creative Incorporated
Offering all of the
And of the commitment

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

Peek in the door
I it on your fingers
Go back, is not allowed
Go back, not

I you exhausted
and afraid
Never enough
Never nerve

To reach out for something
the grind you call your life

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

Briefcase in
Money down just out of reach
burn out soon enough
It's all of the plan

When you're no useful
You can retire
To the factory of your choice
at last to scratch your head
Wondering happened

Find how time
past you
Free at last to what happened
at last, I bid you goodbye

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