Luyện nghe bài hát Brewing Static Lines

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

Shoot the saints,
Manic and we traffic our madness for days
Too letting' smoke brew static their brain
I remain tokeless and to the blazed
Now to the ways of the dope kids I stay in a daze
Blue skies blacktops
Walk the city block and the thought struck
God ain't nothing but a
to the sinless as much as the guiltless
I'm my breathe keeping sickness out of my chest
Feeling like I ruined beautiful again
Praying won't get nailed in
sparks and sputters then stops
Starts wanders too far
Hits and stays laced with aggression
In this dead end
from heavens burned in my reflection
Cherubs without
Broken, in need of saving'
It's taken some
But truth is I am my own demon

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

Dim lit, Like Dante in the
We for the hit
slide down
These veins like hurricanes without a sound
mix now
Consciousness is for the count
One two, one two
Exhale and repeat these dream into
Three three four
out on the floor
Cursed by commitment, Russian roulette
With sterilization and nights in women lacking any net
Taking' steps from regret to regret
Its shot gunned to
And when the preacher speaks his
It's screaming' I don't this
six, five six
Despondent and
cooked and shot quick
Endorphins running' dry inside hospital ridden state
eight
Psycho stopped doing the job and the voices strayed off

So lay to sleep tonight
a stomach full of bottled substance
To welcome death with a count from ten

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

We're a a poison
I to God
I'm sitting praying screaming begin to die off
I ain't a fan of or soldier mentality
Truthfully I've seen in my family to keep it from me
thieves, liars, and dead beats
Unplugging the phone lines to keep credit companies
Nobody's home, so quit
You're just talking to the homie
Just walk off and gone
wasting GED's
We're kids to beat
These will most likely be
Exactly as their are
ain't the way to breed
Steal you got to eat
We're just too to see
That this how to raise your seeds
I might as well be praying to a
this constant culture got no direction but a downfall
And I to God
We still are and will 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 they out