Luyện nghe bài hát Commencement at the Obedience Academy

Verse

The harvest appeared less than last season
I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked a of tardy planting
And the crops have harvested mid November
Only brushed the back then soon sacrificed
to icicle jackets when the frost hit
I sunk to find the warmth the mosses
Where the planted tunnel pass the rains have run their courses
But alas, the portraits of these frosted corpses tortured in the
Off of distorts or pour the one tall glass and
And I'm you, why's this spy supply hiding in strangers
When know atop the food chains I could spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, these minstrels a bully's psycho civil
By dissolving the candy coated image down to the
Yelp bringing the self-stop freedom investors
And the connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors
Puts it down, and it's down beneath sappy sing-alongs
So stick it further down, let Dante decide which ring I'm on
Nova, the elders took positions and march
Parts playing a parking the rain in my canteen now I'm like
Point: I I could spare a splash for a couple of heads
Counterpoint: During my famine I never got broke 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" like Kabuki with a heart of dirt
Skull fucked cross bones my birth it hurts

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

Verse

Wanting the glory of our advance fire ants to beetles
masons adjacent debasing on pins and needles
Pupil turned benediction to my dream
in a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine
I pluck the pedals off a classic blood rose one at a
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 of our paradise lost and you're a spectator
Stringent, inch by sacred inch coal into my earthworm soul
Borough up through the dirt with bloody digit lick my clean
Noting the clusters holding hands 'round the abode of the damned
And what's your poison? Starlight and amaze her with a chaser
Sip it clean the taste then sit and dream later
The ollage pay back upon they hinges twenty miles
Across the glassy eye of one less to passes by
Now I'm six foot four with a flow walk up just to recline
With no free time, the storms at nine
My daytime's on some, yes sir, okay sir, right sir
Sir do you mind if I sir oh you do? Well excuse me sir fuck you
I breathe slow, I'm running with these amalgams
Painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with classic
Security's the javelin, it; labor
Clocked in at seven six and haven't clocked out ever

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