Luyện nghe bài hát Belle Glade Missionaries

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

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

And letting children get blown up in their today
So they can get back into their factories
And though it pains me to see while so betrayed
But I guess you'll know so it doesn't matter
matter!

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

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

And letting children get blown up in schools today
So they can get them back their factories
And it pains me to see you all being so deceived
But I guess you'll never know so it matter
matter!

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

I never sensed you'd call out to me
Telepathically through all mediums
But I never heard you, so
I think you just lying again

Back up and then see my
Like nation people avoid
Like I'm a talents destroyed
Like I'm a pair of specta
no choices at the present
Still a value in things unpleasant
Will you naked gifts of your epileptic fits
And track of your hits and your friends don't give a shit
And view your future with
All the in the universe
There are no victims, only

Letting get blown up in their schools today
So they can get them back into factories
You know it pains me to see you all so betrayed
But I guess you'll know so it doesn't matter
matter!

Can't my instinct lately
And I'm feeling
You more synthetic
They feel synthetic
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