Luyện nghe bài hát The Substance

Four rooms, a ceiling and a floor but there's
(close to insanity)
A desk a subtle light, a window and a door
(close to insanity)
One bottle of the bluest inks iris ever saw
(close to insanity)
One child prodigy with a in his core
(close to insanity)

(yeah, yo)
I'm frost bitten, slippin' away titanic nurses
Where the anti-hero clergy purge their value burning
And was I huddled beneath the influenza fresh
Meshed with impressions that to shrink before my very breath
tides of woe and malice and mirth initiate a wave crash
Splashing my offspring graves prior to birth it's bleak
Malarky farce sergeant and sleek emerald eyes glow
I'm shook in a side show
OK I effects projective when I blink
So I this chorus line
When we let our eyelids fall and pilots stall
With what I sing I'll open lash light and clash to dim the wattage
Then see the wide eyed dry and supplied fiery colossus
Well I am a hostage guiding yet beneath the crazes climate
Hiding behind the levy while the rivers rise and feel this
I wish brevity centered hate pedigrees instead of dead serenity
God damn must have me
It clinched me, it wrenched me, me to employ it
Apprehended me and rendered me in its voyage
How tables have turned
Hand to the bottle with the skull and cross scribbled off the label
Sip the ladle the burn begging for dead
off with a zephyr tread and leg in a web
Caught triple-six couriers beckon they
OK OK I get it
Let 'em a little then release 'em
Like as if ghostly hysterics leash on banded completion
Odium, patience ran his commando
Just a litigant stretchin' to touch tranquil but quite catch the angle
I'm as corner stone famine troopers
So my tray within a of hearts still belly up and parched, come on

(yeah, yeah, it)

I'm a observer alerted not yet retreating
(close to insanity)
The climate stubbornly slightly above freezing
(close to insanity)
Now everybody in the populis awaited my
(close to insanity)
I spit a billion tiny brilliant white lights the sky
(close to insanity)

Undeniably by the way the fuse burn
By the way the churn in front of my eyes
To germination of concern for me for we
For he who's into the trench fully dug
I wanna pull the plug
Hug on my like in a dream
Centipede leader speedin' a meaty greed league
I can tell by the way the needs bleed from a
If the breed should have ever been bread 'nuff

Whether to caterpillar and cocoon
To or a spark's soon a bloom to a surge
All I need is the nourishment, the courage and the
To ascend from a number to grave blade
Hunter, cleric, swordsman,
like I'm walking with a broken mood ring
Mood swingin' from the level
to bevel the edge
My team's on the ledge to pledge
It's that.

In the it rains buckets of hunger pains
In the winter it's the same an added climate change
The remaining two quadrants balance the values equally for midrange
Yet the songs of thirst the same
You could turn the whole cold reservoir to
Hell, split the ocean on its if it boosts your esteem
I never lend span of attention lest my signal fresh
So do your magic miracle worker remain unimpressed
For the flux, the fix, the
For the fact that little Billy up the block obtained a lovely cannon
I'd auto pilot (right) when filibuster won (yeah)
the few we're tuned with were now targets of his movement (oh shit)
It's intriguing, yet I guess I knew somewhere was leaking
Now I honor delinquent
Bring settler runaways frayed boogie bastard
To bypass stature walking graph characters
dance split the sun and sip the filament
Tracer, vivisection is to lab rat
They try to grace these lips with his maze or a dirty wine
He knew, he the substance just to mock the lesser budgets
Then sought off all trickery off the public and screamed victory
Tunnel through the infested grillage and the rig
As fast a Aesop and his ten fatigued fingers could dig trigger revenge
Tip the goblet in the dirt review my words spit in the
Peace to faint struggle the fuck out and out

(yeah, check, huh, uh)

Now, all hail defenders of the trash
(close to insanity)
I was hidden, yet I slid in just to rip the off
(close to insanity)
I'm seventy-six of all the purest sounds
(close to insanity)
So y'all could dig me six feet deep my eyes would be over ground
(close to insanity)

(It's that)