Luyện nghe bài hát Belle Glade Missionaries

The blade missionaries are here to steal your
You better send your malaria to puncture brains and
Send them back to where they from
Send them back to the souvenirs of

From your first psychotic episode to your chugging schizophrenia
It's your dysphoric mania makes you so likable
And everybody want to you
Save you just for

And letting children get blown up in their schools
So they can get them back into factories
And though it me to see while being so betrayed
But I guess you'll never so it doesn't matter
matter!

The feeble wants me to because you been on the winds
I the bones in my jaw going hollow
And there's a sense there's a prowler on the prairie
hair on the walls

We help to flatten the sounds that down the street
And my greatest fear of
else's consciousness and down the stairs to contend with
Oh but too there's these there to pretend with

And letting children get blown up in their today
So they can get them into their factories
And though it me to see you all being so deceived
But I guess you'll know so it doesn't matter
matter!

I a sense you want to be
The Henry Miller
Cynically to your lovers as your prince and
Exploiting other madness

I never sensed you'd call out to me
Telepathically all archaic mediums
But I never once you, so
I you were just lying again

Back up and see my void
Like nation people avoid
Like I'm a talents destroyed
Like I'm a pair of voice
When no choices at the
Still there's a in things unpleasant
Will you post naked gifts of your fits
And keep track of your hits and your friends don't give a
And view future with amusement
All the in the universe
are no victims, only participants

Letting get blown up in their schools today
So they can get them back into factories
You it pains me to see you all being so betrayed
But I guess you'll never know so it matter
matter!

Can't trust my instinct
And I'm mechanic
You more synthetic
They feel synthetic
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