Luyện nghe bài hát Running Through The Back Brain

Running my backbrain in the morning
I think what I'm getting is a warning
Messages are scrambled but they're
Something in the cortex detergent

I think it's coming
I can see it in the
Heading for a
up the synapse
Or is it Cassandra yawning?

Killers in the streets are wearing pants
are interfering with my larynx
My brother and my sister the army
They that they do not mean to harm me

Messages messages Persecution messages messages.....

Now growing dimmer
I can see the mirror
Sounds are stranger
warning me of
Or can it be that I am tired?

There's a in my ears that will not die
And signals in the sky I can't
My eyes are melting and my are moving
And the words that I am are not soothing

Breathing's getting
nothing in the larder
The building's over
Or the Sun is nova
Or is it my paranioa?

I think that it's important
me my future destination
Fragments of mysterious
Lend the a frightening complication

I know they're trying to me
What can they want to me?
The is undulating
My bones are soft and
Or have I temporarily lost my

Every little sound is with meaning
bandits riding out of ealing
Stuttering, shouting, crying, and
are waxing, now they're waning
I'm nearly out of
my elders and my betters
The Killer's faster
He tells me he's my master
Or was he just me "the time please?"