Luyện nghe bài hát Rings

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

And a muse from beyond
Even if it went wrong
It was tangible truth for a youth who to belong
No name
in the bedroom

Oozed in a new cuneiform
Barely with the horde
Got a gray scale ungluing his world
zone out to the yap of the magpie
Unseen hand his graphite

Cross contour little bit of light
Black ink after a to baptize
You can imagine the rush that
When you get 3 dimensions stuffed 2

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

Plus, rhyming and stealing and being a
Distractions to maraud

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

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

All though we would've made cowardly kinds
They chop you down just to count your rings
to count your rings, just to count your rings
And there
Colors out of the fringe

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

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

A and push and a pigment
like a tattooed pigskin, look
Pinhead intermittent
Kool Aid from 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

that, move that inward
Zinc lightening shoots from his fingers
Studios with allusions of tinctures
Stay tuned for the adventures

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

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

I left some seasons eager to
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 relinquishing his privacy aligning with the of the Anti-Midas
Nap on the back lawn up at the sky its
Shapes falling out of the

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

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