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 dark end of a street used to be.
It was the last building, when the apocalypse junkyard
Put snipers on the roof in a hidden chamber.
Shot full of uppers, and all rounders
The walls are created white with silver, red and blue
The colours were designed to promote the promise of a future,
A tomorrow, instead we got this.
The dream was at once flown the IVs
Would you full of heavenly metals
That personally you a ticket to somewhere better.

The dimension, was where I came to.
My coma in the metallic candy-land was again interrupted.
I kept trying to get out, but it happens,
The our waves overlap.
I try to connect with her,
But she me away,
Away from herself and the black velvet ripple that up the sky;
It is behind her.

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

It's not my dream anymore, It's
x5

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

What am I doing
Is hell or is this hell somewhere much worse
That I soon taste.
Will I know of another place, or should I stay?
Will I ever get to any other place?
For now my mind may other landscapes
But my only know of this 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, soldiers into shrapnel, their feet torn apart.
By my dream lover, the one with a monitor for a
But next I could only me dreaming of such luxuries

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