Luyện nghe bài hát Commencement at the Obedience Academy

Verse

The appeared less plentiful than last season
I sloppy seed handling evoked a stroke of tardy planting
And the we'd have harvested mid November
Only brushed the back then soon sacrificed
Lives to jackets when the frost hit
I sunk to the warmth beneath the mosses
Where the planted tunnel pass after the rains have run their
But alas, the of these frosted corpses tortured in the grass
Off of or pour the one tall glass and nauseous
And I'm asking you, why's this spy supply in strangers
When they know atop the food chains I spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, minstrels turn a bully's psycho civil
By dissolving the candy image down to the pixels
Yelp bringing the self-stop freedom investors
And the connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors
Puts it down, and it's beneath your sappy sing-alongs
So it further down, we'll let Dante decide which ring I'm on
Nova, the took positions and advance march
Parts playing a scheme the rain in my canteen now I'm like
Point: I guess I could spare a splash for a of heads
Counterpoint: During my famine I got broke your bread
Well of intrigue, yes, yes, let me fed sit for a bit
'tensils need soaking before I hand out token
"Shut the fuck up" drama like with a heart of dirt
Skull fucked cross bones hence my it hurts

Must not must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust hovers
I milk my for almost everything I want
Sometimes I take it all and still can't this pitfall in my gut
And I'm must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep the dust storm hovers
I'm to walk on top of sunshine
But it's at times that's why I tore 'em with this warning

Two:

Wanting the of our advance fire ants to water beetles
Free masons adjacent debasing on pins and
turned pedagogue benediction to my dream
Beam in a billion bottle rockets off the mezzanine
I pluck the pedals off a classic rose one at a time
Gripping the stem and right invite the thorns to dig up in my
A metaphor for nighttime, up the slight cost of exhaustion
To salute the moon of our paradise lost and you're a
Stringent, inch by sacred inch shoveling coal my earthworm soul
Borough up through the dirt with bloody lick my knuckles clean
Noting the corporate clusters holding hands the abode of the damned
And what's your Starlight and amaze her with a nicotine chaser
Sip it clean savor the then sit and dream later
The ollage pay their back upon hinges twenty miles
Across the glassy eye of one less to passes by
Now I'm six foot four a sick flow walk up just to recline
With no free time, the alarm storms at
My on some, yes sir, okay sir, right away sir
Sir do you mind if I breathe sir oh you do? Well me sir fuck you
I breathe slow, I'm running these fantastic amalgams
Painting casket bound careers to gunning with classic albums
Security's the javelin, it; labor
Clocked in at seven six and haven't clocked out since

Must not sleep warn others
Trust blocks creep where the storm hovers
I milk my habitat for everything I want
Sometimes I take it all and can't feel this pitfall in my gut
And I'm like not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm
I'm trying to walk on top of
But it's at times that's why I tore 'em with this warning