Luyện nghe bài hát Polterzeitgeist

Why you goin' around, to keep people outta hell?
I'm goin' around, trying to the hell outta people

Your evil sends chills through my
And it flows through the roads of arteries
mammary fights technology
Administered by moral
This picket sign's in my eyes, when strike
You'll wanna business
to self: go for self, go for broke
No one else showed you the ropes or helped
and what are supposed to do?
Of course they gotta every wall that you broke on through
Drugs wont get my running,
I them to make thoughts stop coming
Last night I had dream I somone
When I awoke my hands full of the fluid my heart's pumping
I to get it tested,
the doctor was not so in analyzing the message
He had a pill, that if he out
He gets paid on the side, got a lifetime

(hook)
Maybe he's the ghost, and I'm the host
The polterzietgeist who knows the right
To pay the priest to release me these ropes
And maybe I'm the ghost, and maybe the host
The polterzietgeist who the right price
To pay the priest to me from these ropes

into a Venus fly trap with a nicotine eye-patch
Tired of the shift sipping Listerine night
Disguised her voice with the breath of a slate
Awake every to the death of my dream date
sex to cheapskates with rusty blades
Fuck it, forget and it layaway
Got an addiction to ice
The whisper of wind
I'm insight,
The social skin tight
Nah, I believe in you
And you don't that I'm leaving you
As you shrink to nothing in my rear view
Too to call,
Too far to be you
my melody I heard it subconsciously
You spoke in sleep,
And it sounded like
When you you said it was not for me
I "Oh, I know, obviously"
not my yo-yo so I cropped the photo
And I this solo
Now you to go... go!

Maybe he's the ghost, and I'm the host
The polterzietgeist who knows the right
To pay the priest to me from these ropes
And maybe I'm the ghost, and maybe you're the
The polterzietgeist who knows the price
To pay the priest to release me from these

Maybe a ghost, and I'm the conduit
The kinda thread in every superficial
The loose in your moral fabric
Holding your logic, hopelessly
And (moves sonic?)
notes for the next to come
Written in from the wound that they'll exit from
I don't compose or sonnets,
I just write like my life on it
Front like I'm agnostic, but I don't in you
You got a transparent nature that I'm through
spiked the punch that you beat me to
Sometimes I'm not even it's even you

you're a ghost, and maybe I'm the host
The polterzietgeist who knows the right
To pay the priest to me from these ropes