Luyện nghe bài hát Target Audience (narcissus Narcosis)

Am I sorry sky went
Put your knives in backs?
Am I sorry you killed the Kennedys and Huxley

But I'm sorry was your scapegoat
And apples sticking into my throat
Sorry your Sunday smiles are rusty
And your crucifixion commercials
But I'm just a pitiful

And I see all the young
target audience
I see all the old
We all just sing song

Am I sorry to be alive
Putting my in the beehive?
Am I for booth and Oswald, pinks and cocaine too?

I'm sorry you check the bag in my head for a bomb
And my halo was a needle
I'm sorry I saw a priest being beaten and I a wish
But I'm just a pitiful

And I see all the believers
Your target
I see all the old
We all just sing song

I see all the young
Your target
I see all the old
We all sing their song
We all sing their song
We all just sing song

The valley of we are free
Your your prison you see
The of death we are free
Your father's prison you see

I see all the young
Your target
I see all the old
We all just sing song

just a copy of an imitation
You're a copy of an imitation