Luyện nghe bài hát Cycles To Gehenna

Baseheads locally approach all spark
disregard for a dying man's shark jump
Post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts any oncepale horse gunmetal black
Face masking, hard-shelled ebony hat
Clubmans, gloved rakes grappling the clutch
Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate
For the dead-alive rented parking space 37
out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20 busses
Fireproof and
Corners like a two-tired tiger so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to
Knows no zen in the art of
Only as the orchestrated patron of changing lanes baby
Here is how a great escape goes when you can't take your dead names out your phone

and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief
Outside what our fundamental teach,
other mighty lion asleep
Gangway - mine eyes, teeth
- mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine

The man-ape translates glam thru the
in water lillies
Am-scrays Giger, and
in a one-player campaign
Blinker like a bonfire over Samhain
Span where the praying hands
Bars an extension of the
They're mutating instead of being
Tonight beneath a marmalade
mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us
Going Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette,
All you can slalom when your focused
Via mechanical Dartmoor poorly
And by a New Yank Yorkee
Who that any moment he could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring
And still he keep his tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie
The scarfthank new hobby, kssssht! copy

Eyes and teeth, new on a scale that defies belief
Outside what our sciences teach,
every other mighty lion
- mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine
Gangway - mine eyes, teeth

It was less an act of
More a hearts club at the helm ofa magic bullet
Away on a relentless bid for inertia
Rattletrap forks married to the terra firma Ursa Minor getting warmer
I into the pecking order
The dreck between the whores and Betty
Hug a double yellow
rubber like a rat on a rope
Those little fuckers run on passion
This is the product ofa d.i.y. home
Grabbing a cabin in
Actin' a savage in the shadows of
Amassed against odds
Fashioning gallows out of and bone
I got the motordrome of death splintering under me
All-city bikes white knuckling
Bright light, tunnel kings in the devil
PS - I this on a self-destructing memo...