Luyện nghe bài hát Rings

Used to
to admit that I used to draw
Portraiture in a human
Doodle of a two headed unicorn, it was
Moving his arm in a fusion of man mad

And a muse from from
Even if it went wrong
It was tangible truth for a who refused to belong
No nuisance
Stools in the

in a brand new cuneiform
Barely commune with the
Got a whole scale ungluing his world
zone out to the yap of the magpie
Unseen dragging his graphite

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

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

Plus, rhyming and stealing and being a
Distractions to maraud

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

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

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

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

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

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

Redo that, move inward
Zinc white shoots from his fingers
Studios drone with of tinctures
tuned for the spooky adventures

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

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

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

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

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

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