Luyện nghe bài hát The Web

The rain at my window
Its symphony in my womb
My gaze scans the walls of apartment
To the confines of my tomb

I'm the in the tents
I'm the soul the cause
Crying 'midst my rubber
Ignoring beckoning
Clippings ancient newspapers
Lie scattered across the
Stained by the wine from a shattered
words
Yellowed by
Faded exposing the pain
Celluloid bleeding my mind
Christ finished playing hangman
You've cast the dice
Advice, advice, advice me, shroud shall not suffice
And thus the web

Attempting to discard clinging memories
I serve to wallow in our past
I fabricate the weave with my
It's strands I hope and pray last
Oh do last
Oh please do

The fly trap needs the
Ivy the wall
Needles make love to the
The sirens seduce with their
Confidence has deserted me, with you it has me
and rejected, despised and alone,
I kiss isolation on its fevered
Security me
Obscurity me
Christ, your reasons were so
As my have qualified
I laughed away your tears, but even jesters cry
But jesters cry

I realize I hold the key to
Ohh I cannot let my life be ruled by
The time has come to decisions
The changes have to be

I realize I hold the key to
I cannot let my be ruled by threads
The time has come to make
The have to be made

Now I you
The does have its say
all but forgotten
A mote in my
Decisions been made
They've been
They've been

Decisions have been
conquered my fears, all my fears
The shroud, the flaming shroud
Thus the web, the web, the web, the web, the web