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 chills through my
And it flows through the back roads of
Genetic mammary technology
Administered by midgets
This sign's in my eyes, when they strike
You'll wanna business
Note to go for self, go for broke
No one else ever showed you the ropes or
and what are supposed to do?
Of course they gotta rebuild wall that you broke on through
wont get my thoughts running,
I need them to thoughts stop coming
night I had dream I shot somone
When I awoke my hands were full of the fluid my heart's
I to get it tested,
the was not so interested in analyzing the message
He had a pill, if he issues out
He gets on the side, got a lifetime supply

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

Fell into a Venus fly with a nicotine eye-patch
of the shift sipping Listerine night caps
Disguised her voice the breath of a clean slate
Awake every morning to the death of my date
Selling sex to with rusty blades
Fuck it, forget and it layaway
Got an addiction to ice
The whisper of wind
I'm insight,
The costume's skin tight
Nah, I don't in you
And you don't that I'm leaving you
As you shrink away to in my rear view
Too to call,
Too far to be you
Singing my melody I heard it
You in your sleep,
And it sounded honesty
When you 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 he's the ghost, and maybe I'm the
The who knows the right price
To pay the priest to 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 release me from ropes

you're a ghost, and I'm the conduit
The kinda thread in 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 that exit from
I don't compose or sonnets,
I just write 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 punch you beat me to
Sometimes I'm not sure it's even you

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