Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

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

You played this scene
You played this scene
I the in your eye, eye, eye, eye
I the in your eye
A reaction, reaction

The darkroom imagination
In pornographic images, in which you will always be the
Untouchable, unapproachable, in a darkness, in a darkness
Nursing an erection, a misplaced
no flower to place, before this gravestone

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

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

You can't brush me under the
You hide me under the stairs
The custodian of your private
You're actor of yesteryear
Who as you crawled out of the alleys of
to rejection in the morass of anonymity

You, who I directed the lovers will
You, who I let hypnotize the
You, who I let in the spotlights glare
You, who wiped me your memory
a greasepaint mask
Just 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 performance has just
It's begun, begun, it's just begun

Your perimeter of courtiers jerk celluloid puppets
As you stutter paralyzed with eyes
Searing the shadows, the wings
To elusive salvation from the understudy's lips
Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the
My cue line in the act
And you wait in silent solitude, for the prompt

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