Luyện nghe bài hát Commencement at the Obedience Academy

Verse

The harvest appeared less plentiful than season
I sloppy seed handling evoked a stroke of tardy planting
And the crops we'd have mid November
Only brushed the blossom back soon sacrificed
Lives to jackets when the frost hit
I to find the warmth beneath the mosses
Where the planted tunnel after the rains have run their courses
But alas, the portraits of frosted corpses tortured in the grass
Off of distorts or pour the one tall and nauseous
And I'm you, why's this spy supply hiding in strangers
When they atop the food chains I could spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, these turn a bully's psycho civil
By dissolving the candy image down to the pixels
Yelp bringing the self-stop freedom investors
And the studies connecting one hit with dust collectors
Puts it down, and it's down your sappy sing-alongs
So stick it further down, we'll let decide which ring I'm on
Nova, the elders took positions and advance
Parts a scheme parking the rain in my canteen now I'm like
Point: I guess I could spare a splash for a of heads
During 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" like Kabuki with a heart of dirt
Skull fucked cross bones hence my birth it

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

Verse

Wanting the glory of our advance fire ants to water
Free adjacent debasing on pins and needles
turned pedagogue benediction to my dream
Beam in a billion bottle rockets off the golden
I pluck the pedals off a classic blood 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 of exhaustion
To salute the moon of our lost and you're a spectator
Stringent, inch by sacred inch shoveling coal into my soul
up through the dirt with bloody digit lick my knuckles clean
Noting the corporate clusters holding hands the abode of the damned
And what's your poison? and amaze her with a nicotine chaser
Sip it clean savor the taste then sit and dream
The pay their 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 just to
With no free time, the alarm storms at
My daytime's on some, yes sir, sir, right away sir
Sir do you mind if I breathe sir oh you do? Well excuse me sir you
I slow, I'm running with these fantastic amalgams
Painting casket bound to pierce gunning with classic albums
Security's the javelin, it; labor
Clocked in at six and haven't clocked out ever since

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