Luyện nghe bài hát The Dive (A)

It starts out a question. How much of it is real?
The sets in, and lessens your appeal
Next, you study conspiracy, some theories
And become wary of all your previous learned material
Your tolerence for degrades
Most of your friends seem to be trapped in the
You narrow your associates down to the few you can
And even they sometimes wonder what's going on in that of yours
You study east and western philosophy, psychology,
You think a lot more, and start to existence
You wonder about your system's limits
You tamper with reality maps, and then ask hallucinogenic
"Who am I's? am I? Am I forever?"
All information breathes in the shallow hells of never
You can see it's leading. You wish you were dreaming
If the castle crumbles no one's to put it back together

Have you felt yourself slippin' away?
Where all you about's your sanity, and how it decayed?
no place to run, no place to hide
You can't escape inside, and you're losing your mind
You try to think of it started, and ask yourself why
But each thought the sickness and completes the desert dry
feeds the derangement of the inner eye
With nothing you find yourself falling to madness so you...

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

You finally realize that you've always lived in
No human model or metaphor can explain how you
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
a total lunatic, and afraid it's starting to show
Where do you go when your brain is your worst
The six hundred and sixty six foot tall on seventh street?
You're scared. scared. Why are you so scared?
There'd be no problem if you care
Now truly formed an opinion about heaven
It starts out with a question, and is what it ends in

Now I you've felt yourself slip away
Now all you think about's your sanity, and how it
There's no place to run. No to hide
You can't escape the fact that you've lost your
You erase your mistakes. There's no way to rewind
The harder you look, the it is to find
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