Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Your Clock

I am your
I am your
I am your shotgun bride
Nothing is done without my

I own you, I own you
I decide how long you
And how rest
You are allowed

I what you desire
I deny you to think
I am the mirror, humiliation
That follows and shadows you you go

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

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

Do not
Do not
Do not fall
Wings are right behind you

You know coming next
As I swoop down a hungry owl
And sink my talons your back
And drag you to square 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 you like
The bills were all due

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

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

These having a baby
Is like what having a BMW to be
While asleep
Play these new age

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

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

is what happens to boys and girls
Whose penmanship is
Be neat the others
orders

Obey what is put in 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, love work
yourself to a job you'll hate
Get a but keep it in the garage
Shove into a slot

your ideas your boss knows best
We can't all do we want to do
settle for what you're told to expect
Do not take chances you fail

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

Bad
Bad
depression
Mental hospitals,

Born on the cutting floor
Die in the bin by the door, of the spirit
Why do chase so many useless toys
In search of the perfect baby

For just 19.95 and just thirteen out of your busy day
You could the full rich experience of parenthood
Without the of the real thing

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

I am calendar, there is no escape
I am why you're so afraid to yourself
I led you down garden path after
With on a stick
I'll let you taste but never

Peek in the wrong
I slam it on your
Go back, is not allowed
Go back, not

I you exhausted
Henpecked and
enough bounty
Never nerve

To out for something better
the grind you call your life

The hatch of your hamster cage is
But guess who just outside the door
on your treadmill
Keep running on wire wheel

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

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

Find how flew
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