Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Your Clock

I am your
I am your
I am your shotgun mechanical
Nothing is done without my

I own you, I own you
I decide how you sleep
And how much
You are allowed

I decide what you
I deny you to think
I am the mirror, constant
That follows and you wherever you go

And out the light
At the end of every you try
Be on
Be on

Always feel you're always late
Always feel like you're late
And need more scolding and

Do not
Do not
Do not fall
Wings are right behind you

You know coming next
As I swoop like a hungry owl
And sink my talons into your
And drag you to square one again

The pain gets a little worse every
Crash, crumple, crash,
Do not pass go, do not
Your and your self respect

Give up, over
Give up, it's
No time allowed to try something you
The bills were all due

You've failed, through
failed, you're through

First we form our habits then they us
We dress up as else every day
Gingerbread houses, fireplace
What tastes best the witches let you have

These having a baby
Is like what a BMW used to be
they're asleep
Play new age cassettes

To transmit subliminal
I mom, I like school
I like to study, I rule

I am the school who yelled at you
For not paying
And shamed you in front of the entire
And dragged you around the by the hair

is what happens to boys and girls
Whose is messy
Be neat like the
orders

Obey what is put in of you
is the ultimate sin
You can't be creative the rest of life
counselor wants a word with you

If you liked school, you'll work
Resign to a job you'll hate
Get a hobby but keep it in the
Shove yourself a slot

Despise your ideas your boss knows
We can't all do what we to do
Always settle for what you're to expect
Do not take you might fail

And you want to find out the hard way
How our treats
The
The ones who mistakes

Bad
Bad
depression
Mental hospitals,

Born on the cutting room
Die in the bin by the door, hypothermia of the
Why do people chase so many toys
In search of the perfect baby

For just 19.95 and thirteen minutes out of your busy day
You could have the rich experience of parenthood
Without the mess of the thing

It's Video Baby
From Programming Incorporated
Offering all of the
And of the commitment

I am your calendar, is no escape
I am why you're so afraid to yourself
I led you garden path after path
With on a stick
I'll let you taste but embrace

Peek in the wrong
I slam it on fingers
Go back, is not allowed
Go back, not

I leave you
and afraid
Never enough
Never nerve

To reach out for something
Than the grind you your life

The hatch of your hamster is open
But guess who waits just the door
on your treadmill
Keep running on wire wheel

Briefcase in
Money rains down just out of
You'll burn out enough
It's all of the plan

When you're no useful
You can retire
To the factory of your choice
Free at to scratch your head
Wondering what

Find how time
past you
Free at last to wonder what
Free at last, I bid you

On own, to wait to die
On own, to wait to die
On your own, to to die
On your own, to to die