Luyện nghe bài hát Brewing Static Lines

[Intro][Chris
I met the devil in beautiful
I heard the softest

Shoot the saints,
Manic and panicked we traffic our madness for
Too many smoke brew static their brain
I remain tokeless and hopeless to the
Now to the ways of the dope kids I stay stuck in a
Blue above blacktops
Walk the city and suddenly the thought struck
God nothing but a scorekeeper
Faultless to the as much as the guiltless
I'm catching my breathe sickness out of my chest
Feeling like I ruined something beautiful
reason won't get nailed in
Hope sparks and sputters stops
Starts wanders too far
hard and stays laced with aggression
In this dead end
Fallen from heavens burned in my
Cherubs without
Broken, in need of some
taken some patience
But truth is I am my own demon

[Chorus][Chris
I met the in something beautiful
I the softest lullaby
So it made me cry
And as I to die
The lights flickered out

Dim lit, Dante in the comedy
We for the hit
Streams slide
veins like hurricanes rush without a sound
mix now
Consciousness is for the count
One two, one two
Exhale and repeat dream into ground
Three three four
out on the floor
Cursed by commitment, playing' Russian
With sterilization and in women lacking any safety net
Taking' steps back from to regret
Its shot gunned to
And when the preacher speaks his
It's screaming' I believe this
Five six, six
Despondent and
Crushed cooked and shot
Endorphins running' dry inside ridden state kids
Seven
Psycho stopped doing the job and the voices strayed off

So lay down to tonight
With a stomach of bottled substance
To welcome death with a backwards from ten

Buck]
I met the in something beautiful
I the softest lullaby
So soft it me cry
And as I to die
The lights they out

We're a a poison
I to God
I'm sitting praying screaming begin to die off
I ain't a fan of territory or soldier
Truthfully I've seen enough in my to keep it from me
We're thieves, liars, and dead
Unplugging the phone lines to keep from companies
home, so quit knocking
You're talking to the door homie
Just walk off and gone
wasting GED's
We're kids to beat
These will most likely be
as their parents are
This ain't the way to
when you got to eat
We're too blind to see
That this ain't how to raise seeds
I might as well be praying to a
Cause this constant culture got no but a downfall
And I to God
We still are and always be a fucking poison

Buck]
I met the devil in beautiful
I the softest lullaby
So soft it me cry
And as I to die
The lights flickered out