Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

When footlights dim in reverence, to prescient
Forewarned my audience leaves the
Floating ahead, perfumed shift, the stammering silence
The face launched a thousand frames
by a porcelain tear, a stained career

You this scene before
You played this before
I the mote in eye, eye, eye, eye
I the mote in eye
A misplaced reaction,

The unleashes imagination
In pornographic images, in which you will be the star
Untouchable, unapproachable, constant in a darkness, in a
Nursing an erection, a misplaced
With no flower to place, before this

And the walls become newspaper thin
But that only be developing the negative view
And you have to be in voyeuristic color, the public act
Let you model your on the mannequin catwalk, catwalk
Let the cats walk, and the cat

I've this scene before
I've this scene before
I the in your eye, eye, eye, eye
I the in your eye
A reaction, satisfaction

You can't brush me under the
You can't me under the stairs
The custodian of private fears
You're leading of yesteryear
Who as you crawled out of the of obscurity
Sentenced to rejection in the morass of

You, who I with the lovers will
You, who I let hypnotize the
You, who I let bathe in the spotlights
You, who wiped me from memory
Like a greasepaint
like a greasepaint mask, a mask

But now, I'm the in the grass
The of film reels past
I'm the producer of your
And the has just begun
just begun, begun, it's just begun

Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid
As you stutter paralyzed with eyes
Searing the shadows, the wings
To pluck salvation from the understudy's lips
Retrieve the soliloquy, the obituary
My cue in the last act
And you wait in solitude, waiting for the prompt

for the prompt
Waiting for the
Waiting for the
Waiting for the
Waiting for the
You've this scene before