Luyện nghe bài hát Commencement at the Obedience Academy

Verse

The harvest appeared less than last season
I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked a stroke of tardy
And the crops we'd harvested mid November
Only brushed the blossom back soon sacrificed
Lives to jackets when the frost hit
I sunk to find the beneath the mosses
the planted tunnel pass after the rains have run their courses
But alas, the portraits of these frosted corpses tortured in the
Off of distorts or the one tall glass and nauseous
And I'm asking you, why's spy supply hiding in strangers
When they know atop the food chains I could spot biters for
Now be gracious, minstrels turn a bully's psycho civil
By dissolving the candy coated image to the pixels
Yelp bringing the self-stop brigade investors
And the studies one hit wonders with dust collectors
Puts it down, and down beneath your sappy sing-alongs
So stick it further down, we'll let Dante decide which I'm on
Nova, the elders took positions and march
playing a scheme parking the rain in my canteen now I'm like
Point: I I could spare a splash for a couple of heads
Counterpoint: my famine I never got broke your bread
Well of intrigue, yes, yes, let me fed sit for a bit
These 'tensils need soaking I hand out token
"Shut the fuck up" drama Kabuki with a heart of dirt
Skull cross bones hence my birth it hurts

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

Two:

Wanting the glory of our advance fire ants to water
masons adjacent debasing on pins and needles
Pupil pedagogue benediction to my dream
Beam in a billion rockets off the golden mezzanine
I pluck the pedals off a classic blood one at a time
Gripping the stem and right invite the to dig up in my lifeline
A metaphor for nighttime, ante up the 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 digit lick my knuckles
Noting the corporate holding hands 'round the abode of the damned
And your poison? Starlight and amaze her with a nicotine chaser
Sip it savor 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 sick flow walk up to recline
With no free time, the alarm storms at
My daytime's on some, yes sir, okay sir, right sir
Sir do you mind if I breathe sir oh you do? Well excuse me sir you
I breathe slow, I'm running these fantastic amalgams
Painting casket bound to pierce gunning with classic albums
Security's the javelin, catch it;
in at seven six and haven't clocked out ever since

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