Luyện nghe bài hát Polterzeitgeist

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

evil sends chills through my bones
And it flows the back roads of arteries
Genetic mammary technology
Administered by midgets
This picket sign's in my eyes, they strike
You'll wanna talk
Note to self: go for self, go for
No one else showed you the ropes or helped
and are they supposed to do?
Of course they gotta every wall that you broke on through
wont get my thoughts running,
I them to make thoughts stop coming
Last I had dream I shot somone
I awoke my hands were 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 paid on the side, got a lifetime supply

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

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

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

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

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