Luyện nghe bài hát Rings

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

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

Oozed in a new cuneiform
commune with the horde
Got a whole gray scale ungluing his
Might 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 rush ensue
When you get 3 stuffed into 2

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

Plus, rhyming and stealing and a clod
free to maraud

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

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

All heart though we made cowardly kinds
They will chop you down to count your rings
Just to count your rings, just to your rings
And were
Colors out of the fringe

All heart though we would've cowardly kings
They will chop you down just to count rings
to count your rings, just to count your rings
Used to

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

A miss and and a pigment
like a tattooed pigskin, look
Pinhead kids
Drank Kool Aid a tube of acrylic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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