Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

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

You played this before
You this scene before
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, constant in a darkness, in a
an erection, a misplaced reaction
With no flower to place, this gravestone

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

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

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

You, who I with the lovers will
You, who I let the lens
You, who I let bathe in the glare
You, who wiped me your memory
Like a greasepaint
like a greasepaint mask, a mask

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

Your perimeter of jerk like celluloid puppets
As you stutter paralyzed rabbits eyes
the shadows, flooding the wings
To pluck elusive salvation the understudy's lips
Retrieve the soliloquy, the obituary
My cue line in the act
And you wait in solitude, waiting for the prompt

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