Luyện nghe bài hát The Web

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

I'm the in the tents
I'm the soul without the
Crying 'midst my plants
Ignoring beckoning
Clippings from ancient
Lie across the floor
Stained by the wine from a shattered
Meaningless
by time
Faded photos the pain
Celluloid leeches bleeding my
Christ you've playing hangman
You've the fateful dice
Advice, advice, advice me, 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 strands I hope and pray shall
Oh do last
Oh do last

The fly trap needs the
Ivy caresses the
Needles make love to the
The sirens with their call
Confidence has deserted me, with you it has me
Confused and rejected, and alone,
I kiss isolation on its fevered
Security me
Obscurity me
Christ, your were so obvious
As my friends qualified
I only 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 to make decisions
The changes have to be

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

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