Luyện nghe bài hát The Dive (A)

It starts out a question. How much of it is real?
The skepticism sets in, and your appeal
Next, you conspiracy, develop some theories
And become wary of all your previous learned material
Your tolerence for degrades
Most of your seem to be trapped in the maze
You narrow associates down to the few you can stand
And even they sometimes wonder what's going on in that head of
You study east and philosophy, psychology, physics
You a lot more, and start to question existence
You wonder about your system's limits
You tamper with reality maps, and then ask hallucinogenic
"Who am I's? am I? Am I forever?"
All information breathes in the shallow 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?
all you think about's your sanity, and how it decayed?
There's no to run, no place to hide
You can't from inside, and you're losing your mind
You try to of when it started, and ask yourself why
But each thought deepens the sickness and the desert dry
feeds the derangement of the inner eye
With left you find yourself falling to madness 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 more your psychosis
No one but you can help you, and you this
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 with the
It doesn't make sense, 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 heard plenty of stories schizophrenia
But never had of one who thought himself mad
You're going crazy, and reachin' for reason
But the strain to stay sane's your only best believe it

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

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

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