Luyện nghe bài hát Commencement at the Obedience Academy

Verse

The harvest appeared less plentiful than last
I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked a stroke of planting
And the crops we'd have mid November
Only the blossom back then soon sacrificed
to icicle jackets when the frost hit
I to find the warmth beneath the mosses
Where the planted tunnel pass the rains have run their courses
But alas, the portraits of these corpses tortured in the grass
Off of distorts or the one tall glass and nauseous
And I'm asking you, why's this spy hiding in strangers
When they atop the food chains I could spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, these minstrels turn a bully's psycho
By dissolving the candy image down to the pixels
Yelp the self-stop freedom brigade investors
And the studies connecting one hit wonders with dust
Puts it down, and it's down beneath sappy sing-alongs
So stick it further down, we'll let Dante decide which I'm on
Nova, the took positions and advance march
playing a scheme parking the rain in my canteen 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
equation of intrigue, yes, yes, let me fed sit for a bit
These need soaking before I hand out token
"Shut the up" drama like Kabuki with a heart of dirt
Skull fucked cross bones hence my birth it

Must not sleep must others
blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I my habitat for almost everything I want
Sometimes I it all and still can't feel this pitfall 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

Wanting the of our advance fire ants to water beetles
Free masons adjacent debasing on and needles
turned pedagogue benediction to my dream
Beam in a billion rockets off the golden mezzanine
I pluck the pedals off a classic rose one at a time
the stem and right invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline
A for nighttime, ante up the slight cost of exhaustion
To salute the moon of our paradise lost and you're a
Stringent, by sacred inch shoveling coal into my earthworm soul
Borough up through the dirt with bloody 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 taste sit and dream later
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 with a sick walk up just to recline
With no time, the alarm storms at nine
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 careers to pierce with classic albums
the javelin, catch it; labor
Clocked in at seven six and haven't out ever since

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