Luyện nghe bài hát Mediocrity Syndrome

A steady flow of bane runs through my blood and infection boiling
causing a stench to my thoughts those around me mindless spineless weak
ridden worthy of a fir of anger never before their thoughts should be
destroyed fire consuming burning the cleansing this world of its
inequality the sense and lost trodden upon tear tear tear I will no
back anymore I will not fall victim to a system that holds down the
truth a oiled machine which deserves to rust and die all to often I
wake and realize my are in vain nothing changes people follow the
followers to the grave I want to tear my heart out and it down their
backbiting throats and let them taste honor let it run through their
like acid burning a mark of who I really am they will wake someday
they will see and someday they understand.