Luyện nghe bài hát Polterzeitgeist

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

Your evil sends through my bones
And it through the back roads of arteries
Genetic fights technology
Administered by midgets
This picket sign's in my eyes, they strike
You'll wanna business
Note to self: go for self, go for
No one ever showed you the ropes or helped
and what are they to do?
Of course gotta rebuild every wall that you broke on through
Drugs get my thoughts running,
I need them to make thoughts coming
Last I had dream I shot somone
When I awoke my hands were full of the 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 paid on the side, got a lifetime

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

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

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

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

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