Luyện nghe bài hát Polterzeitgeist

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

Your evil sends chills my bones
And it flows through the back of arteries
Genetic fights technology
by moral midgets
This sign's in my eyes, when they strike
wanna talk business
Note to go for self, go for broke
No one else showed you the ropes or helped
and what are they to do?
Of course they gotta rebuild every that you broke on through
Drugs wont get my running,
I need them to make thoughts coming
Last I had dream I shot somone
When I awoke my hands full of the fluid my heart's pumping
I to get it tested,
the was not so interested in analyzing the message
He had a pill, that if he out
He gets on the side, got a lifetime supply

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

Fell into a Venus fly trap with a nicotine
Tired of the shift sipping Listerine caps
Disguised her voice the breath of a clean slate
Awake morning to the death of my dream date
Selling sex to with rusty blades
Fuck it, forget and call it
Got an to thin ice
The whisper of wind
I'm insight,
The costume's skin tight
Nah, I don't in you
And you don't believe that I'm you
As you away to nothing in my rear view
Too to call,
Too far to be you
Singing my melody I it subconsciously
You in your sleep,
And it sounded like
When you awoke you it was not for me
I "Oh, I know, obviously"
You're not my so I cropped the photo
And I rocked solo
Now you to go... go!

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

Maybe you're a ghost, and I'm the
The thread in every superficial compliment
The string in your moral fabric
Holding logic, hopelessly romantic
And (moves sonic?)
Leaving for the next to come
Written in blood from the wound they'll exit from
I don't compose or sonnets,
I just like my life depends on it
like I'm agnostic, but I don't believe in you
You got a nature that I'm seeing through
spiked the punch that you beat me to
Sometimes I'm not sure it's even you

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