Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

When footlights dim in reverence, to passion
Forewarned my audience the stage
Floating ahead, shift, within the stammering silence
The that launched a thousand frames
by a porcelain tear, a stained career

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

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

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

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

You can't me under the carpet
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
Sentenced to rejection in the morass of

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 from your
Like a mask
like a greasepaint mask, a mask

But now, I'm the snake in the
The of film reels past
I'm the producer of nightmare
And the performance has begun
It's just begun, begun, just begun

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

Waiting for the
Waiting for the
Waiting for the
for the prompt
Waiting for the
played this scene before