Luyện nghe bài hát Commencement at the Obedience Academy

Verse

The harvest appeared less than last season
I imagine sloppy seed evoked a stroke of tardy planting
And the crops we'd harvested mid November
Only brushed the back then soon sacrificed
Lives to icicle jackets when the hit
I sunk to find the warmth beneath the
the planted tunnel pass after the rains have run their courses
But alas, the portraits of these frosted corpses in the grass
Off of distorts or pour the one tall and nauseous
And I'm asking you, this spy supply hiding in strangers
When know atop the food chains I could spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, minstrels turn a bully's psycho civil
By dissolving the candy coated down to the pixels
Yelp bringing the self-stop brigade investors
And the studies connecting one hit wonders with collectors
Puts it down, and it's down beneath your sappy
So stick it further down, let Dante decide which ring I'm on
Nova, the elders positions and advance march
Parts playing a scheme parking the rain in my canteen now I'm
Point: I guess I spare a splash for a couple of heads
Counterpoint: During my famine I never got your bread
equation of intrigue, yes, yes, let me fed sit for a bit
These 'tensils need soaking I hand out token
"Shut the fuck up" drama Kabuki with a heart of dirt
Skull fucked cross bones hence my it hurts

Must not must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the storm hovers
I milk my habitat for almost everything I
Sometimes I take it all and still feel this pitfall in my gut
And I'm like must not sleep must others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm
I'm to walk on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em with this

Two:

Wanting the glory of our advance fire ants to beetles
Free adjacent debasing on pins and needles
Pupil turned pedagogue benediction to my
in a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine
I pluck the off a classic blood rose one at a time
Gripping the and right invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline
A metaphor for nighttime, up the slight cost of exhaustion
To salute the moon of our paradise lost and a spectator
Stringent, inch by sacred inch shoveling coal into my earthworm
Borough up through the dirt with bloody digit lick my clean
Noting the corporate clusters holding hands the abode of the damned
And what's your poison? Starlight and her with a nicotine chaser
Sip it clean the taste then sit and dream later
The ollage pay their back upon they hinges miles
Across the glassy eye window of one less to by
Now I'm six foot four with a flow walk up just to recline
no free time, the alarm storms at nine
My daytime's on some, yes sir, sir, right away sir
Sir do you mind if I sir oh you do? Well excuse me sir fuck you
I breathe slow, I'm running with these amalgams
casket bound careers to pierce gunning with classic albums
Security's the javelin, it; labor
in at seven six and haven't clocked out ever since

Must not must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the storm hovers
I milk my for almost everything I want
Sometimes I it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut
And I'm like must not sleep must others
blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I'm trying to walk on top of
But it's ridiculous at that's why I tore 'em with this warning