Luyện nghe bài hát Like Blood Does

Nightly, empty, ballrooms roll back in your skull
I myself to all the disappearance
I was sure the cops would calling
Some sick morning

I live in Newark now cars speed away
And weekend freebasers bury stems
In groves and muted clearings

In Philadelphia, we know
Clammy hands and thresholds

And I'm visited by reality
In the higher gloss of the cars that cut in of me
And depression is nothing compared to what's in store for

Having across America
Like an laborer
Or a serial killer on pulsing

I recline
In a filthy slicked chair
As our yawns behind me with tunnels

The pinkest sky I'd ever
Still pocked with
And flying machines opened up

I thought it'd begun hailing but amethyst and
Were raining down from an unmarked
Covering the cooling tar
In manufactured street

I've been clipped-off Parliaments everywhere lately
I take it as a that you're around

See J passed
For the first in June
And the last last night in the Warren

As a warm, round, sound
my room

Like blood does from the faucets of pitch-black during adolescent summoning rituals