Luyện nghe bài hát Commencement at the Obedience Academy

Verse

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

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

Verse

the glory of our advance fire ants to water beetles
Free masons adjacent on pins and needles
Pupil pedagogue benediction to my dream
Beam in a billion bottle rockets off the golden
I pluck the pedals off a classic rose one at a time
Gripping the and right invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline
A metaphor for nighttime, ante up the slight cost of
To the moon of our paradise lost and you're a spectator
Stringent, inch by sacred shoveling coal into my earthworm soul
Borough up through the dirt bloody digit lick my knuckles clean
Noting the corporate clusters holding hands 'round the abode of the
And what's your poison? Starlight and amaze her a nicotine chaser
Sip it clean savor the then sit and dream later
The ollage pay back upon they hinges twenty miles
Across the glassy eye window of one to passes by
Now I'm six foot four with a sick flow up just to recline
With no time, the alarm storms at nine
My on some, yes sir, okay sir, right away 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 fantastic
Painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with albums
Security's the javelin, it; labor
Clocked in at seven six and haven't clocked out ever

Must not sleep warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm
I my habitat for almost everything 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 blocks creep where the dust hovers
I'm trying to on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at times why I tore 'em with this warning