Luyện nghe bài hát Still Waiting for the Punchline

We rely on points
and stabs at biting
to reveal our roles
of and domination

who did you enlighten
humiliate to sell your of view
create an image for mass
as intellect

see your
in eyes
your trophies
will not

i'm sick of this of salt
i must take you with
i lash out but i bite my lip
the talk gets older and the get stale
your chance at godliness has already

you deny
your thirst and
for your
in the

why
are you so damned sure that you your friends out
i have learned to shut out hateful word

you'll
see the you've lost
from behind transparent mask

i haven't to hate you
i've just to forget you
you label me class and station
intellectual masturbation
you're intoxicated
by your own mouth running in
your tongue always tends to it
every chance you get you it
you now have a lifetime
killing

i'm sick and tired of your
why don't you shut the up

you discover
just how
it is to
demanding
all the
for no
maybe you'll me

your own will to power has come to haunt you