Luyện nghe bài hát Polterzeitgeist

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

Your evil sends chills through my
And it flows through the roads of arteries
Genetic fights technology
by moral midgets
This sign's in my eyes, when they strike
You'll wanna talk
Note to self: go for self, go for
No one else ever showed you the or helped
and are they supposed to do?
Of course they gotta every wall that you broke on through
Drugs wont get my running,
I need them to make stop coming
Last night I had dream I somone
When I awoke my hands were full of the my heart's pumping
I to get it tested,
the doctor was not so interested in analyzing the
He had a pill, that if he out
He gets 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 I'm the ghost, and maybe he's the host
The polterzietgeist who the right price
To pay the priest to me from these ropes

Fell into a Venus fly trap a nicotine eye-patch
Tired of the shift sipping Listerine caps
Disguised her voice with the of a clean slate
Awake morning to the death of my dream date
sex to cheapskates with rusty blades
Fuck it, forget and it layaway
Got an to thin ice
The whisper of pipes
I'm insight,
The costume's skin tight
Nah, I believe in you
And you don't that I'm leaving you
As you shrink away to nothing in my 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 awoke you it was not for me
I "Oh, I know, obviously"
You're not my yo-yo so I the photo
And I rocked this
Now you to go... go!

Maybe the ghost, and maybe 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 polterzietgeist who knows the right
To pay the priest to release me from these

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

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