Luyện nghe bài hát Prophet Song

When Im a I might let you in
To this circle Ive started of and men
But youll to wait in line
These that I give are not mine

And after Ive prophesized if you want to next to me
With those cold and wooden youve polished for the orgy
But have to wait on line like the rest of them
I service all at one time

When is not divine
Youll become an addict of the certain
And when inspiration just doesnt pull through
I might not be there to you

And after the sun falls the begins
And with my five and scissors
Ill cut the of commencement
For graduating disciple entering my discipline

Yeah my five and dime scissors my cape and my crown
And the cane that Ill use to point to the
But I will point you out of a million of punch lines
And references to pain I once thought was

My inspiration was not
And I became an addict of the kind
And when my inspiration didnt fall through
Tell me, the hell were you?

And youll sigh in the fashion of your Magdalene
While you search for the you know you cant win
You know win with me and my purity and you in your sin
Yes with me in my and you in your sin
You search for the Jesus you know you cant win

But youll to wait on line
Just consider me the holiest of counters
Youll have to take a
Yes one after the other have to wait on line

Cause Im a prophet I might let you in
To this circle Ive started of and men