Luyện nghe bài hát Brewing Static Lines

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

Shoot the saints,
Manic and panicked we traffic our for days
Too many letting' brew static their brain
I remain tokeless and hopeless to the
Now to the of the dope kids I stay stuck in a daze
skies above blacktops
Walk the city block and suddenly the 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 something beautiful
Praying reason get nailed in
Hope sparks and then stops
then wanders too far
Hits hard and stays with aggression
In this end depression
Fallen from burned in my reflection
Cherubs without
Broken, in need of saving'
taken some patience
But truth is I am my own worst

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

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

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

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

We're a a poison
I to God
I'm sitting screaming we'll begin to die off
I ain't a fan of territory or soldier
Truthfully I've enough in my family to keep it from me
We're thieves, liars, and dead
Unplugging the lines to keep from credit companies
Nobody's home, so knocking
You're just to the door homie
walk off and stay gone
We're wasting
We're kids to beat
These kids will most be
Exactly as their are
This ain't the way to
when you got to eat
We're just too to see
That this ain't how to your seeds
I might as well be to a wall
Cause this culture got no direction but a downfall
And I to God
We still are and will always be a fucking

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