Luyện nghe bài hát After the Eulogy

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What to us?
Where's your Where's your fucking rage?
down senses lost

Lazy privileged denial and self
A tradition passed down to our stained hands

in, give up

Contented to for new worthless slogans
We miss our potential for action and
to lie in our boring vomit
Suggesting arrangements others are dying

Stand up, back

How many starving
to die on our front doorsteps?
How dying millions
to crawl to our front doorsteps?

Where's your anger? Where's fucking rage?
Watered down senses
Where's your anger? Where's your rage?

Content and corrupted, and disgusting
Dig a hole, all over, forget the words
And good intentions we rise
it down, rise