Luyện nghe bài hát Polterzeitgeist

Why you around, trying to keep 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 mammary technology
by moral midgets
This sign's in my eyes, when they strike
You'll wanna talk
Note to self: go for self, go for
No one else ever you the ropes or helped
and what are supposed to do?
Of course they gotta rebuild wall that you broke on through
Drugs wont get my running,
I need them to make thoughts stop
Last night I had dream I shot
When I awoke my were full of the fluid my heart's pumping
I to get it tested,
the doctor was not so interested in the message
He had a pill, that if he out
He gets on the side, got a lifetime supply

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

Fell into a Venus fly trap with a eye-patch
Tired of the sipping Listerine night caps
Disguised her voice with the breath of a slate
Awake every morning to the death of my date
Selling sex to cheapskates with blades
Fuck it, forget and call it
Got an to thin ice
The whisper of pipes
I'm insight,
The social skin tight
Nah, I believe in you
And you believe that I'm leaving you
As you shrink away to nothing in my rear
Too to call,
Too far to be you
Singing my melody I it subconsciously
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 this 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 release me from these
And maybe I'm the ghost, and you're the host
The polterzietgeist who the right price
To pay the priest to me from these ropes

Maybe a ghost, and I'm the conduit
The kinda in every superficial compliment
The loose string in your moral
Holding your logic, hopelessly
And (moves sonic?)
Leaving notes for the to come
Written in blood from the wound they'll exit from
I don't rows 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 that I'm seeing through
Somebody spiked the punch that you me to
Sometimes I'm not even it's even you

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