Luyện nghe bài hát The Dive (A)

It starts out a question. How much of it is real?
The skepticism sets in, and lessens your
Next, you study conspiracy, develop theories
And become wary of all your previous learned material
tolerence for stupidity degrades
Most of your seem to be trapped in the maze
You narrow your associates to the few you can stand
And even they sometimes wonder what's going on in head of yours
You study east and philosophy, psychology, physics
You think a lot more, and to question 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 it's leading. You wish you were
If the crumbles no one's there to put it back together

Have you felt yourself slippin' away?
Where all you think your sanity, and how it decayed?
There's no place to run, no place to
You escape from inside, and you're losing your mind
You try to think of it started, and ask yourself why
But each thought deepens the sickness and the desert dry
Fear feeds the derangement of the eye
With nothing left you find yourself falling to so you...

... cry to god, and act normal to your peers
What if God hearing you? That's your only fear
Each day you think more about psychosis
No one but you can help you, and you this
That's the part of it all
In your rational mind, you only know two things for
One is that your totally
And the other is that the only one with the cure
It doesn't make sense, it's not how you
You knew it could just happen
You thought it came from stress, suicide, a near death
War, trips, low pay ,carelessness
You've heard plenty of about schizophrenia
But had evidence of one who thought himself mad
You're going crazy, and desperately for reason
But the strain to stay sane's your only demon; believe it

You finally realize that you've always lived in
No human or metaphor can explain how you fell
The puzzle's alive, and it as you try to escape it
It created time and made it to pass by
You don't know what you think. You don't think you know
a total lunatic, and afraid it's starting to show
Where do you go when brain 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 didn't
Now you've truly formed an opinion heaven
It starts out with a question, and is what it ends in

Now I you've felt yourself slip away
Now all you think about's sanity, and how it decayed
There's no place to run. No to hide
You can't escape the fact that you've lost mind
You erase your mistakes. There's no way to rewind
The you look, the harder it is to find
feeds the derangement of the inner eye
With nothing left you find yourself to madness, so you dive
so you (repeated)

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