Luyện nghe bài hát The Dive (A)

It starts out with a question. How much of it is
The skepticism sets in, and lessens your
Next, you study conspiracy, some theories
And extra wary of all your previous learned material
Your for stupidity degrades
Most of friends seem to be trapped in the maze
You narrow your associates down to the few you can
And even they sometimes wonder what's on in that head of yours
You study and western philosophy, psychology, physics
You think a lot more, and start to question
You wonder your nervous system's limits
You tamper with reality maps, and ask hallucinogenic induced
"Who am What am I? Am I forever?"
All information breathes in the shallow hells of never
You can see where it's leading. You you were dreaming
If the crumbles no one's there to put it back together

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 losing mind
You try to think of when it started, and ask why
But each thought deepens the sickness and the desert dry
Fear feeds the of the inner eye
With nothing left you yourself falling to madness so you...

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

You finally realize that you've lived in hell
No model or metaphor can explain how you fell
The alive, and it changes as you try to escape it
It created time and made it to pass by
You don't know what you think. You think what you know
a total lunatic, and afraid it's starting to show
Where do you go when your brain is your enemy?
The six hundred and six foot tall bridge on seventh street?
You're scared. You're scared. Why are you so
be no problem if you didn't care
Now you've truly formed an opinion about
It starts out with a question, and is what it ends in

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

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