Luyện nghe bài hát Polterzeitgeist

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

Your evil sends chills my bones
And it through the back roads of arteries
Genetic fights technology
Administered by moral
This picket sign's in my eyes, when they
You'll talk business
to self: 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 wall that you on through
wont get my thoughts running,
I need them to make stop coming
Last night I had I shot somone
When I awoke my hands were full of the my heart's pumping
I to get it tested,
the doctor was not so interested in analyzing the
He had a pill, if he issues out
He gets paid on the side, got a supply

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

into a Venus fly trap with a nicotine eye-patch
Tired of the shift sipping Listerine caps
Disguised her with the breath of a clean slate
Awake every morning to the death of my dream
Selling sex to cheapskates rusty blades
it, forget and call it layaway
Got an to thin ice
The of wind pipes
I'm insight,
The social costume's tight
Nah, I don't 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
Singing my melody I heard it
You spoke in sleep,
And it sounded like
When you you said it was not for me
I "Oh, I know, obviously"
You're not my yo-yo so I the photo
And I rocked solo
Now you to go... go!

he's 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 you're the host
The polterzietgeist who knows the right
To pay the priest to release me from ropes

Maybe you're a ghost, and I'm the
The thread in every superficial compliment
The loose string in your fabric
Holding your logic, hopelessly
And (moves sonic?)
Leaving notes for the to come
Written in blood from the wound that they'll exit
I don't compose or sonnets,
I write like my life depends on it
Front 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 even sure it's you

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