Luyện nghe bài hát Backland Dirt

The face of saturation,
scorn, and compassion.
A fully synthetic being functioning solely on a for acceptance,
appeal, absence of thought, all I hold dear.
A sharp through the heart of my conviction,
my compassion.
Pull this blade, place it in the ground,
buried to my fallen hopes.
Level my utopia, flood this world
with cover-up and hairspray, diet and vomit.
my siblings.
Turn my child against