Luyện nghe bài hát Rings

Used to
Hard to that I used to draw
Portraiture in a human
of a two headed unicorn, it was soothing
Moving his arm in a of man mad tools

And a muse from from
Even if it went wrong
It was tangible truth for a youth who refused to
No name
in the bedroom

Oozed in a brand new
Barely commune with the
Got a gray scale ungluing his world
zone out to the yap of the magpie
Unseen hand his graphite

Cross contour little bit of light
Black ink a Bristol to baptize
You can imagine the rush that
When you get 3 stuffed into 2

Then it's off to a school where it's all you do
Being trained and observed by a few
Back in New York, 5 and a dog
In a 2 bedroom menial jobs

Plus, and stealing and being a clod
Distractions to maraud

I some years a deer in the light
I left some will to away
I let my fears
I let my skills

Haunted by the thought of what I should have been continuing a mission that was routed in a 20 year affinity in rickety with an ID crisis
Nap on the front lawn, up at the sky its
Shapes falling out of the

All heart though we would've cowardly kinds
will chop you down just to count your rings
Just to count your rings, just to count rings
And were
Colors pouring out of the

All heart though we would've made kings
They will chop you down just to count rings
Just to count your rings, just to your rings
to paint

Hard to admit I used to paint
Natural on the human face
Stenciled fire on his roommate's
It was addiction

A and push and a pigment
Book a tattooed pigskin, look
kids intermittent
Drank Kool Aid from a tube of

And I grew up linseed oil over
Joy to the poison, voice in the
Capture a map of the
Back up, add a little accurate fat to the

Redo that, that inward
Zinc white shoots from his fingers
drone with allusions of tinctures
Stay for the spooky adventures

You can imagine the stars align
When a forearm foreshortening right
Or a torso on a warping spine
And proportion reads as and alive

day with a dirt cheap brush
Then a week goes by and it goes
2, then 3, then a month
Then the of your life you beat yourself up

I left some seasons eager to
I some work to bury alive
I let my means of dissolve
I let my curl up and die

Eating up his innards in unfeasible anxiety is brutally committed to relinquishing his privacy aligning the trials of the Anti-Midas
Nap on the lawn look up at the sky its
Shapes out of the fringe

All heart we would've made cowardly kinds
They will chop you down just to count your
to count your rings, just to count your rings
And there

Colors pouring out of the
All heart though we made cowardly kings
They will chop you just to count your rings
Just to your rings, just to count your rings