Luyện nghe bài hát The Dive (A)

It out with a question. How much of it is real?
The skepticism sets in, and lessens your
Next, you study conspiracy, develop theories
And become extra of all your previous learned material
tolerence for stupidity degrades
Most of your friends seem to be in the maze
You narrow associates down 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 existence
You wonder about your nervous system's
You tamper with reality maps, and then ask hallucinogenic
"Who am What am I? Am I forever?"
All information in the shallow dark hells of never
You can see where leading. You wish you were dreaming
If the castle crumbles no one's there to put it back

Have you ever felt yourself 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 you're your mind
You try to think of it started, and ask yourself why
But each thought deepens the sickness and the desert dry
Fear the derangement of the inner eye
With nothing left you find yourself falling to so you...

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

You finally realize that always lived in hell
No human model or metaphor can explain how you
The alive, and it changes as you try to escape it
It created and made it appear to pass by
You don't know what you think. You don't what you know
You're a total lunatic, and afraid it's starting to
Where do you go when your is your worst enemy?
The six hundred and sixty six foot bridge on seventh street?
You're scared. You're scared. Why are you so
There'd be no problem if you care
Now you've truly formed an opinion about
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 your
You can't erase your mistakes. There's no way to
The harder you look, the it is to find
Fear the derangement of the inner eye
With nothing left you yourself falling to madness, so you dive
so you (repeated)

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