Luyện nghe bài hát Rings

Used to
Hard to admit that I to draw
in a human form
Doodle of a two unicorn, it was soothing
Moving his arm in a of man mad tools

And a from from beyond
Even if it went beautifully
It was tangible truth for a youth who refused to
No name
Stools in the

Oozed in a new cuneiform
commune with the horde
Got a whole gray ungluing his world
Might zone out to the yap of the
Unseen hand dragging his

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

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

Plus, and stealing and being a clod
Distractions to maraud

I left years a deer in the light
I left some to spirit away
I let my materialize
I let my deteriorate

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

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

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

Hard to admit that I used to
Natural light on the face
Stenciled fire on his bass
It was addiction

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

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

that, move that inward
Zinc white lightening shoots from his
Studios drone with of tinctures
Stay for the spooky adventures

You can imagine the stars that
a forearm starts foreshortening right
Or a torso hung on a spine
And proportion reads as warm and

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

I some seasons eager to fall
I left some work to 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 back lawn up at the sky its
Shapes falling out of the

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

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