Luyện nghe bài hát Rings

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

And a muse from from
Even if it went beautifully
It was tangible truth for a youth who refused to
No nuisance
in the bedroom

Oozed in a brand new
Barely commune with the
Got a whole scale 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 Bristol to
You can imagine the that ensue
When you get 3 dimensions stuffed 2

Then it's off to a where 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 menial

Plus, rhyming and and being a clod
Distractions to maraud

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

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

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

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

Hard to that I used to paint
Natural light on the face
Stenciled on his roommate's bass
It was blooming

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

And I grew up linseed oil linen
Joy to the poison, voice in the
a map of the gesture
Back up, add a little fat to the figure

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

You can imagine the stars that
When a starts foreshortening right
Or a hung on a warping spine
And reads as warm and alive

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

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

Eating up his innards in unfeasible anxiety is brutally committed to 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
to count your rings, just to count your rings
And were

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