Luyện nghe bài hát The Web

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

I'm the cyclops in the
I'm the without the cause
Crying my rubber plants
beckoning doors
Clippings from ancient
Lie across the floor
Stained by the wine a shattered glass
words
Yellowed by
Faded photos exposing the
Celluloid leeches my mind
Christ you've finished playing
You've cast the dice
Advice, advice, me, this shroud shall not suffice
And begins the web

Attempting to these clinging memories
I only serve to in our past
I fabricate the weave with my
It's I hope and pray shall last
Oh do last
Oh do last

The fly trap needs the
Ivy caresses the
make love to the junkies
The seduce with their call
has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me
Confused and rejected, and alone,
I kiss isolation on its brow
Security me
Obscurity me
Christ, your reasons so obvious
As my friends 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 be ruled by threads
The time has come to make
The changes have to be

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

Now I you
The does have its say
You're all but
A in my heart
Decisions have made
They've made
been made

Decisions have been
conquered my fears, all my fears
The flaming shroud, the flaming
ends the web, the web, the web, the web, the web