Luyện nghe bài hát Commencement at the Obedience Academy

Verse

The harvest appeared less plentiful than last
I imagine sloppy seed handling a stroke of tardy planting
And the we'd have harvested mid November
Only brushed the blossom then soon sacrificed
Lives to icicle jackets when the hit
I to find the warmth beneath the mosses
Where the planted pass after 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 asking you, why's this spy hiding in strangers
they know atop the food chains I could spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, these minstrels turn a psycho civil
By dissolving the candy coated image down to the
Yelp bringing the self-stop brigade investors
And the studies connecting one hit with dust collectors
Puts it down, and it's down beneath sappy sing-alongs
So stick it down, we'll let Dante decide which ring I'm on
Nova, the took positions and advance march
Parts playing a scheme the rain in my canteen now I'm like
Point: I guess I could a splash for a couple of heads
Counterpoint: During my I never got broke 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 with a of dirt
Skull fucked cross hence my birth it hurts

Must not sleep must warn
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm
I milk my 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 creep where the storm hovers
I'm trying to walk on top of
But ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em with this warning

Two:

Wanting the glory of our advance ants to water beetles
Free adjacent debasing on pins and needles
turned pedagogue benediction to my dream
Beam in a billion bottle rockets off the mezzanine
I pluck the off a classic blood rose one at a time
Gripping the stem and right invite the 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 my earthworm soul
Borough up through the dirt with bloody digit lick my clean
Noting the corporate clusters hands 'round the abode of the damned
And your poison? Starlight and amaze her with a nicotine chaser
Sip it clean savor the taste then sit and dream
The ollage pay their upon they hinges twenty miles
the glassy eye window of one less to passes by
Now I'm six foot four a sick flow walk up just to recline
With no free time, the storms at nine
My on some, yes sir, okay sir, right away sir
Sir do you mind if I breathe sir oh you do? Well me sir fuck you
I breathe slow, I'm running with fantastic amalgams
Painting bound careers to pierce gunning with classic albums
Security's the javelin, it; labor
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 everything I want
I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut
And I'm like must not sleep must warn
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 this