Luyện nghe bài hát The Dive (A)

It starts out with a question. How of it is real?
The sets in, and lessens your appeal
Next, you study conspiracy, some theories
And extra wary of all your previous learned material
Your for stupidity degrades
Most of your friends seem to be trapped in the
You narrow your associates down to the few you can
And they sometimes wonder what's going on in that head of yours
You study east and western philosophy, psychology,
You think a lot more, and start to question
You wonder about your nervous system's
You tamper with reality maps, and then ask hallucinogenic
"Who am I's? am I? Am I forever?"
All information breathes in the shallow dark hells of
You can see where it's leading. You wish you were
If the crumbles no one's there to put it back together

Have you ever yourself slippin' away?
Where all you think about's your sanity, and how it
There's no place to run, no place to
You can't from inside, and you're losing your mind
You try to think of when it started, and ask why
But thought deepens the sickness and completes the desert dry
Fear feeds the derangement of the eye
With nothing left you yourself falling to madness so you...

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

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

Now I know you've felt slip away
Now all you about's your sanity, and how it decayed
There's no place to run. No place to
You can't escape the fact 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
feeds the derangement of the inner eye
With nothing left you yourself falling to madness, so you dive
so you (repeated)

And with foot you fall
the in your head starts to sound more and more like yours