Luyện nghe bài hát The Dive (A)

It starts out a question. How much of it is real?
The skepticism sets in, and lessens appeal
Next, you study conspiracy, develop some
And become extra wary of all your previous learned
tolerence for stupidity degrades
Most of your friends to be trapped in the maze
You narrow associates down to the few you can stand
And even they sometimes what's going on in that head of yours
You east and western philosophy, psychology, physics
You a lot more, and start to question existence
You wonder about your nervous system's
You tamper with reality maps, and ask hallucinogenic induced
"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 dreaming
If the castle crumbles no one's there to put it together

Have you ever felt yourself slippin'
Where all you think about's your sanity, and how it
There's no place to run, no place to
You can't escape inside, and you're losing your mind
You try to think of it started, and ask yourself why
But thought deepens the sickness and completes the desert dry
Fear feeds the derangement of the eye
With nothing left you find yourself falling to so you...

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

You realize that you've always lived in hell
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 appear to by
You don't know what you think. You don't what you know
You're a total lunatic, and it's starting to show
Where do you go when your brain is your worst
The six hundred and sixty six tall bridge on seventh street?
You're scared. scared. Why are you so scared?
There'd be no problem if you didn't
Now truly formed an opinion about heaven
It starts out a question, and this is what it ends in

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