Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Your Clock

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

I own you, I own you
I decide how you sleep
And how much
You are ever

I decide you desire
I deny you to think
I am the mirror, humiliation
That follows and you wherever you go

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

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

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

You know what's coming
As I swoop like a hungry owl
And sink my into your back
And drag you back to one again

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

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

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

First we form our habits then form us
We dress up as someone else day
houses, fireplace surprises
What tastes best the witches let you have

These having a baby
Is like having a BMW used to be
While they're
these new age cassettes

To subliminal messages
I like mom, I school
I like to study, I rule

I am the teacher who yelled at you
For not attention
And shamed you in of the entire class
And dragged you the room by the hair

This is what to boys and girls
penmanship is messy
Be neat the others
orders

Obey is put in front of you
is the ultimate sin
You can't be creative the rest of life
Your counselor wants a with you

If you liked school, you'll work
Resign to a job you'll hate
Get a but keep it in the garage
Shove into a slot

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

And you don't want to find out the way
How our society
The
The who make mistakes

Bad
Bad
depression
Mental hospitals,

Born on the cutting floor
Die in the bin by the door, hypothermia of the
Why do people chase so useless toys
In search of the baby sitter?

For just 19.95 and just minutes out of your busy day
You could have the full rich experience of
Without the mess of the thing

called Video Baby
From Creative Incorporated
Offering all of the
And of the commitment

I am your calendar, is no escape
I am why you're so to respect yourself
I led you down path after path
With on a stick
I'll let you taste but embrace

in the wrong door
I slam it on your
Go back, adventure is not
Go back, not

I you exhausted
Henpecked and
enough bounty
Never nerve

To reach out for better
Than the grind you call your

The hatch of your hamster cage is
But guess who waits outside the door
Stay on treadmill
running on that wire wheel

Briefcase in
Money rains down out of reach
You'll burn out soon
It's all part of the

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

Find how flew
past you
Free at last to wonder what
Free at last, I bid you

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