Luyện nghe bài hát Commencement at the Obedience Academy

Verse

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

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

Verse

Wanting the glory of our advance fire to water beetles
Free masons adjacent on pins and needles
Pupil turned benediction to my dream
Beam in a billion bottle off the golden 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 cost of exhaustion
To salute the moon of our paradise and you're a spectator
Stringent, inch by sacred shoveling coal into my earthworm soul
Borough up through the dirt with bloody digit lick my clean
Noting the corporate holding hands 'round the abode of the damned
And what's your poison? and amaze her with a nicotine chaser
Sip it clean savor the then sit and dream later
The ollage pay their back upon they hinges miles
Across the glassy eye window of one to passes by
Now I'm six foot four a sick flow walk up just to recline
no free time, the alarm storms at nine
My daytime's on some, yes sir, okay sir, away sir
Sir do you if I breathe sir oh you do? Well excuse me sir fuck you
I breathe slow, I'm with these fantastic amalgams
Painting casket bound careers to pierce with classic albums
Security's the javelin, it; labor
in at seven six and haven't clocked out ever since

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