Luyện nghe bài hát The Dive (A)

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

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

... cry to god, and act normal to your peers
if God ain't hearing you? That's your only fear
Each day you think more about psychosis
No one but you can help you, and you know
That's the part of it all
In rational mind, you only know two things for sure
One is that your totally
And the other is that you're the one with the cure
It make sense, it's not how you imagined
You never it could just happen
You thought it came from stress, suicide, a death experience
War, trips, low pay ,carelessness
You've heard of stories about schizophrenia
But never had evidence of one who himself mad
You're going crazy, and desperately for reason
But the strain to stay sane's your only demon; 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 as you try to escape it
It created and made it appear to pass by
You don't know what you think. You don't what you know
a total lunatic, and afraid it's starting to show
Where do you go when your brain is worst enemy?
The six hundred and six foot tall bridge on seventh street?
You're scared. You're scared. Why are you so
There'd be no if you didn't care
Now you've truly an opinion about heaven
It starts out with a question, and is what it ends in

Now I know you've felt yourself away
Now all you think about's sanity, and how it decayed
There's no place to run. No to hide
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
Fear the derangement of the inner eye
With nothing left you yourself falling to madness, so you dive
so you (repeated)

And with each you fall
the voice in your head starts to more and more like yours