Luyện nghe bài hát Commencement at the Obedience Academy

Verse

The harvest appeared less plentiful last season
I imagine sloppy seed handling a stroke of tardy planting
And the crops we'd have mid November
Only the blossom back then soon sacrificed
Lives to icicle jackets when the hit
I sunk to find the warmth beneath the
Where the planted tunnel after the rains have run their courses
But alas, the of these frosted corpses tortured in the grass
Off of or pour the one tall glass and nauseous
And I'm asking you, 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 coated down to the pixels
Yelp bringing the freedom brigade investors
And the studies connecting one hit wonders with collectors
Puts it down, and it's down beneath your sing-alongs
So it further down, we'll let Dante decide which ring I'm on
Nova, the elders positions and advance march
Parts playing a scheme parking the rain in my canteen now I'm
Point: I I could spare a splash for a couple 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 before I out token
"Shut the up" drama like Kabuki with a heart of dirt
Skull fucked cross bones my birth it hurts

Must not must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust hovers
I milk my for almost everything I want
Sometimes I take it all and still feel this pitfall in my gut
And I'm like must not must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust hovers
I'm trying to 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 debasing on pins and
Pupil pedagogue benediction to my dream
Beam in a billion rockets off the golden mezzanine
I pluck the off a classic blood rose one at a time
the stem and right invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline
A metaphor for nighttime, ante up the slight cost of
To salute the moon of our lost and you're a spectator
Stringent, inch by sacred inch shoveling coal into my soul
Borough up through the dirt with bloody lick my knuckles clean
Noting the corporate clusters hands 'round the abode of the damned
And what's your poison? and amaze her with a nicotine chaser
Sip it clean the taste then sit and dream later
The ollage pay their back upon they hinges twenty
Across the eye window of one less 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 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 fantastic amalgams
Painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with albums
the javelin, catch 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 milk my habitat for almost everything I
Sometimes I take it all and still can't this pitfall in my gut
And I'm like must not sleep warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm
I'm trying to on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at times that's why I 'em with this warning