Luyện nghe bài hát Polterzeitgeist

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

Your evil sends through my bones
And it flows through the roads of arteries
Genetic mammary technology
Administered by moral
This picket sign's in my eyes, when strike
You'll wanna talk
Note to self: go for self, go for
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 them to make thoughts stop coming
night I had dream I shot somone
When I awoke my hands were full of the my heart's pumping
I to get it tested,
the was not so interested in analyzing the message
He had a pill, that if he out
He gets paid on the side, got a lifetime

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

Fell a Venus 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 to the death of my dream date
Selling sex to cheapskates with rusty
Fuck it, and call it layaway
Got an addiction to ice
The whisper of pipes
I'm insight,
The social skin tight
Nah, I believe in you
And you don't that I'm leaving you
As you shrink away to nothing in my rear
Too to call,
Too far to be you
Singing my I heard it subconsciously
You in your sleep,
And it sounded honesty
When you awoke you it was not for me
I "Oh, I know, obviously"
You're not my so I cropped the photo
And I rocked solo
Now you to go... go!

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 maybe I'm the ghost, and maybe you're the
The polterzietgeist who knows the right
To pay the priest to release me from ropes

you're a ghost, and I'm the conduit
The kinda in every superficial compliment
The loose string in your moral
your logic, hopelessly romantic
And (moves sonic?)
Leaving notes for the to come
Written in from the wound that they'll exit from
I don't compose 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
Sometimes I'm not even sure even you

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