Luyện nghe bài hát Commencement at the Obedience Academy

Verse

The harvest less plentiful than last season
I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked a of tardy planting
And the crops we'd have harvested mid
Only brushed the blossom back soon sacrificed
Lives to icicle jackets the frost hit
I sunk to find the warmth the mosses
Where the planted tunnel pass after the rains have run their
But alas, the portraits of these 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 could spot biters for
Now be gracious, these minstrels turn a bully's psycho
By dissolving the candy image down to the pixels
Yelp bringing the self-stop freedom investors
And the studies connecting one hit wonders dust collectors
Puts it down, and it's down beneath your sappy
So stick it further down, let Dante decide which ring I'm on
Nova, the elders took positions and march
Parts playing a scheme the rain in my canteen now I'm like
Point: I guess I could spare a for a couple of heads
Counterpoint: During my famine I never got your bread
equation of intrigue, yes, yes, let me fed sit for a bit
These 'tensils need soaking I hand out token
"Shut the fuck up" drama like with a heart of dirt
fucked cross bones hence my birth it hurts

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

Two:

Wanting the glory of our fire ants to water beetles
Free masons adjacent debasing on pins and
Pupil turned benediction to my dream
Beam in a bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine
I pluck the off a classic blood rose one at a time
Gripping the stem and invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline
A for nighttime, ante up the slight cost of exhaustion
To salute the moon of our paradise lost and you're a
Stringent, inch by sacred shoveling coal into my earthworm soul
Borough up through the dirt with bloody digit lick my knuckles
Noting the corporate clusters holding hands 'round the abode of the
And what's poison? Starlight and amaze her with a nicotine chaser
Sip it clean savor the then sit and dream later
The pay their back upon they hinges twenty miles
the glassy eye window of one less to passes by
Now I'm six foot with a sick flow walk up just to recline
With no free time, the storms at nine
My daytime's on some, yes sir, sir, right away sir
Sir do you mind if I breathe sir oh you do? Well me sir fuck you
I slow, I'm running with these fantastic amalgams
Painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with classic
Security's the javelin, catch it;
Clocked in at seven six and clocked out ever since

Must not sleep must others
Trust creep where the dust 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 must not sleep must others
Trust blocks creep where the storm hovers
I'm to walk on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em this warning