Luyện nghe bài hát Prod

Emotions us troubling,
The hatred us escalating,
The sickness us keeps us weak,
The inside of us suffering they are bleeding,
The inside us sick with greed,
The voices calling to us deafening we're not

Cannot receive the
Line up and cut the necks
Swat at the flies disgust

The leaders us posturing,
The pollution inside of us me,
The science inside us
The will that's inside of us its dying end is

Cannot the obvious
up cattle and cut the necks
Drain us of and cleanse the mess

Wash me off inside, me off inside

We're ourselves killers
we fucked up the circumstance,
Too to save us from ourselves,
Callous against trust and confidence,
Too late to a damn now
Too to save us from ourselves, too late to make it all go away,
Too late to beg pardons from the mother, too late to a damn

Now sit and wait

wait for the coming. of the end
Wait for the coming the killing the ending the of man
Deserving no expelling by god's hand,
It's okay the ending over no more pain .

Emotion the hatred the the calling