Luyện nghe bài hát Polterzeitgeist

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

Your evil sends chills my bones
And it flows through the back of arteries
mammary fights technology
Administered by moral
This picket sign's in my eyes, 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 supposed to do?
Of course they gotta rebuild every wall that you on through
wont get my thoughts running,
I them to make thoughts stop coming
Last night I had dream I shot
When I awoke my hands were 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, if he issues out
He paid 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 release me from ropes
And maybe I'm the ghost, and he's the host
The polterzietgeist who the right price
To pay the priest to release me from ropes

Fell into a fly trap with a nicotine eye-patch
Tired of the sipping Listerine night caps
her voice with the breath of a clean slate
Awake every morning to the death of my dream
Selling sex to cheapskates rusty blades
Fuck it, forget and it layaway
Got an addiction to ice
The whisper of pipes
I'm insight,
The social costume's tight
Nah, I believe 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 I heard it subconsciously
You spoke in sleep,
And it sounded like
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 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 to release me from these ropes
And maybe I'm the ghost, and you're the host
The polterzietgeist who knows the right
To pay the to release me from these ropes

you're 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 notes for the next to
Written in blood from the wound that exit from
I compose rows or sonnets,
I just like my life depends on it
Front I'm agnostic, but I don't believe in you
You got a transparent nature that I'm through
Somebody spiked the that you beat me to
I'm not even sure it's even you

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