Luyện nghe bài hát The Dive (A)

It starts out with a question. How much of it is
The skepticism sets in, and lessens your
Next, you conspiracy, develop some theories
And become extra wary of all your previous learned
Your tolerence for degrades
of your friends seem to be trapped in the maze
You narrow your associates to the few you can stand
And even they sometimes wonder going on in that head of yours
You study east and western philosophy, psychology,
You think a lot more, and start to question
You wonder about nervous system's limits
You tamper with reality maps, and then ask hallucinogenic
"Who am What am I? Am I forever?"
All information breathes in the shallow dark of never
You can see where it's leading. You wish you were
If the crumbles no one's there to put it back together

Have you ever yourself slippin' away?
Where all you think about's sanity, and how it decayed?
There's no place to run, no to hide
You can't escape from inside, and losing your mind
You try to think of when it started, and ask why
But each thought deepens the sickness and the desert dry
Fear feeds the derangement of the eye
With nothing left you find yourself falling to so you...

... cry to god, and act normal to your peers
What if God ain't hearing you? That's your fear
Each day you think more your psychosis
No one but you can help you, and you know
the craziest part of it all
In your rational mind, you only know two for sure
One is your totally nuts
And the other is that you're the only one with the
It doesn't make sense, not how you imagined
You never it could just happen
You thought it came from stress, suicide, a death experience
War, trips, low pay ,carelessness
heard plenty of stories about schizophrenia
But never had of one who thought himself mad
going crazy, and desperately reachin' for reason
But the strain to stay sane's your only demon; best it

You finally that you've always lived in hell
No human model or metaphor can how you fell
The puzzle's alive, and it as you try to escape it
It time and made it appear to pass by
You don't know what you think. You don't think what you
a total lunatic, and afraid it's starting to show
Where do you go when your is your worst enemy?
The six hundred and sixty six foot tall on seventh street?
You're scared. scared. Why are you so scared?
There'd be no if you didn't care
Now you've truly an opinion about heaven
It out with a question, and this is what it ends in

Now I know felt yourself slip away
Now all you think about's your sanity, and how it
no place to run. No place to hide
You can't escape the fact that you've lost mind
You can't your mistakes. There's no way to rewind
The you look, the harder it is to find
Fear feeds the of the inner eye
nothing left you find yourself falling to madness, so you dive
so you (repeated)

And with foot you fall
the voice in your head starts to more and more like yours