Luyện nghe bài hát Polterzeitgeist

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

Your evil sends through my bones
And it through the back roads of arteries
Genetic mammary fights
by moral midgets
This picket sign's in my eyes, when they
You'll talk business
to self: 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 every wall that you on through
Drugs wont get my running,
I need them to make thoughts stop
Last night I had dream I shot
I awoke my hands were full of the fluid my heart's pumping
I to get it tested,
the was not so interested in analyzing the message
He had a pill, if he issues out
He paid on the side, got a lifetime supply

(hook)
Maybe he's the ghost, and maybe I'm the
The polterzietgeist who 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 knows the right
To pay the priest to release me 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 dream
sex to cheapskates with rusty blades
Fuck it, forget and call it
Got an to thin ice
The whisper of wind
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 melody I heard it
You spoke in sleep,
And it like honesty
you awoke 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!

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

Maybe a ghost, and I'm the conduit
The kinda thread in every superficial
The loose string in your fabric
Holding your logic, hopelessly
And (moves sonic?)
Leaving for the next to come
Written in blood from the wound they'll exit from
I don't compose or sonnets,
I just write like my life 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 even sure 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