Luyện nghe bài hát BAD BLOOD

What is to forget here that doesn't exceed repression?
What's the use of things when they only give birth to obsession?

This is the plan after last plan after plan
Heavy losses of the of Man
I'm the self-effacing cannibal run out of
My stomach's and my sleep is dead

I shut myself up anymore
My teeth are ground to the gums
And I'm afraid yours truly's incompatible me
BAD BLOOD MY THUMBS

Take me up the
Dogs up my barked leg
I can with the feel - it's the look of the abrasions I don't like

me up the creek
Take me up the

This is going neither up nor down
Paradimbo's bigger than
I can hear the pro decoies siren call on merit
Will make me cover sorted seconds with censor stamps
There's a horned ungulate out for my soul
More than ready to to reach his goal

All Snuff Pop Inc. music and written by Ant Mozart Khadaffi