Luyện nghe bài hát The Dive (A)

It out with a question. How much of it is real?
The skepticism in, and lessens your appeal
Next, you conspiracy, develop some theories
And become extra of all your previous learned material
Your tolerence for stupidity
of your friends seem to be trapped in the maze
You narrow associates down to the few you can stand
And they sometimes wonder what's going on in that head of yours
You east and western philosophy, psychology, physics
You a lot more, and start to question existence
You wonder about your nervous limits
You tamper with reality maps, and ask hallucinogenic induced
"Who am I's? am I? Am I forever?"
All information breathes in the shallow hells of never
You can see where it's leading. You wish you dreaming
If the castle no one's there to put it back together

Have you ever felt slippin' away?
all you think about's your sanity, and how it decayed?
There's no place to run, no to hide
You can't escape from inside, and you're your mind
You try to of when it started, and ask yourself why
But each thought deepens the sickness and the desert dry
feeds the derangement of the inner eye
With left you find yourself falling to madness so you...

... cry to your god, and act normal to your
What if God hearing you? That's your only fear
Each day you more about your psychosis
No one but you can help you, and you know
That's the craziest of it all
In your rational mind, you know two things for sure
One is that your nuts
And the other is that you're the only one with the
It doesn't sense, it's not how you imagined
You never it could just happen
You thought it came from stress, suicide, a near experience
War, trips, low pay ,carelessness
You've heard of stories about schizophrenia
But never had evidence of one who thought mad
You're going crazy, and desperately reachin' for
But the strain to stay sane's only demon; best believe it

You realize that you've always lived in hell
No model or metaphor can explain how you fell
The alive, and it changes as you try to escape it
It created time and it appear to pass by
You don't know what you think. You think what you know
You're a total lunatic, and afraid starting to show
Where do you go when your brain is your worst
The six hundred and sixty six foot tall on seventh street?
scared. You're scared. Why are you so scared?
There'd be no problem if you didn't
Now truly formed an opinion about heaven
It out with a question, and this is what it ends in

Now I know you've yourself slip away
Now all you think your sanity, and how it decayed
There's no to run. No place to hide
You can't escape the that you've lost your mind
You can't your mistakes. There's no way to rewind
The harder you look, the harder it is to
Fear the derangement of the inner eye
nothing left you find yourself falling to madness, so you dive
so you (repeated)

And each foot you fall
the voice in your head starts to sound more and more yours