Luyện nghe bài hát Heavenly Metals

I was in the middle of a war.
The hospital was the thing to fall out,
Located on the end of where a street used to be.
It was the last building, when the apocalypse junkyard
Put android snipers on the roof in a chamber.
Shot of uppers, downers and all rounders
The walls are white with silver, red and blue lining
The were designed to promote the promise of a fantastic future,
A tomorrow, instead we got this.
The dream was at flown from the IVs
Would pump you full of metals
personally hand you a ticket to somewhere better.

The 23rd dimension, was where I to.
My coma in the metallic was once again interrupted.
I trying to get out, but it always happens,
The our waves overlap.
I try to connect hands her,
But she me away,
Away from herself and the velvet ripple that eats up the sky;
It is behind her.

These hover over all of us,
Maybe a sign...
I wake up thirsty yet
To the floods of acid
Frustrated, from being that close to that I could actually function with.
I think she it too,
Even though she is hesitant she keeps up.

It's not my dream anymore, ours
x5

No longer with the dream,
But since made to disappeared objects,
I to feel these objects disappear with my own teeth.
I'm if I've gotten sloppy with these electronic dreams,
But all I have.
A force, of a forgotten element
the dreamlike solution
Of the perfect dream, the one that may arrive.
The wretched robotic, smoke-stained, night nurses
Try to my future.
are all tone deaf, their shrieks break the windows that we no longer have
Icicles from the ceiling,
Impaling who is unfortunate enough to be taking shelter under there.

What am I doing
Is this hell or is this somewhere much worse
That I will taste.
I ever know of another place, or should I stay?
Will I ever get to any other place?
For now my may paint other landscapes
But my feet only know of decay. So I bask in it.
If I've one thing in this junkyard, it is this:
may worsen at any given moment,
So no matter if I'm dodging, pushing soldiers into shrapnel, their feet apart.
By my lover, the one with a monitor for a head
But next I could only have me of such luxuries

I think of pulling the plug
But I've heard it only worse
The ancients tell me to this hell
Because angelic compared to
Door 23.