Luyện nghe bài hát Brewing Static Lines

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

Shoot the saints,
Manic and panicked we traffic our for days
Too letting' smoke brew static their brain
I tokeless and hopeless to the blazed
Now to the ways of the dope kids I stuck in a daze
Blue above blacktops
Walk the city block and suddenly the struck
God ain't but a scorekeeper
to the sinless as much as the guiltless
I'm catching my breathe sickness out of my chest
Feeling like I ruined beautiful again
reason won't get nailed in
Hope sparks and sputters then
Starts wanders too far
Hits hard and stays laced aggression
In this dead end
Fallen from burned in my reflection
Cherubs lessons
Broken, in need of some
It's some patience
But is I am my own worst demon

[Chorus][Chris
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
Streams down
These veins like rush without a sound
mix now
Consciousness is for the count
One two, one two
Exhale and repeat these dream ground
Three three four
Passed out on the
by commitment, playing' Russian roulette
With sterilization and nights in women lacking any net
Taking' steps back from to regret
Its gunned to pieces
And when the preacher speaks his
It's screaming' I don't this
Five six, six
and dauntless
Crushed cooked and quick
Endorphins running' dry hospital ridden state kids
Seven
Psycho pomp stopped doing the job and the voices off

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

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

We're a fucking a
I to God
I'm sitting praying screaming we'll to die off
I ain't a fan of territory or soldier
Truthfully I've seen in my family to keep it from me
We're thieves, liars, and beats
Unplugging the phone lines to keep from credit
home, so quit knocking
You're just to the door homie
walk off and stay gone
We're GED's
We're kids to beat
These kids will likely be
as their parents are
This ain't the way to
Steal you got to eat
We're too blind to see
That this how to raise your seeds
I might as well be to a wall
Cause this culture got no direction but a downfall
And I to God
We are and will always be a fucking poison

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