Luyện nghe bài hát Creation or a stain

I got a god in my
me that I'm crazy
Got a god in my
me I'm crazy
An angry god punching on my skull
Another god
Tells me that I'm
A useless piece of with no love to give at all now
And the smallest god up
that I'm the greatest
Tells me no one else could be as as me.
I listen to them all, I was a jockey to consequences
Little selling misery
I build a cocoon I got to get
A shirt made out of wood and glue and and then some paint(????)
No one see ya down there and no one's in
I got a needle, a pack, a satchel, and a quart of gin
I and shoot and smoke until the only voice I hear
Is the one telling me other people, don't let anybody near
No don't let near (x4)
And now the is ringing, the walls are falling down
The city are singing, my soul's nowhere around
I have myself a monster
I have myself again
I have eaten all my children, I tightened up my skin
I'm a crucifixion, I'm a fucked-up memory
in all that's left, I'm my mother's misery
I'm on Satan's tit
milking me her pussy

I drink until I'm convinced there's no left to go
You know there's no left to go (x4)
So I drink the pain is dry
I know it is
though, I guess I think that I'm the best
Until the after when I wake up with the guilt
Of burning down all the things my hands have built
And throwing out all the love you I never felt
Yeah, you know I never (x4)
Let's our tortured Romeo's
Personal can be unique
You it on yourself
Burn out when you peak
The Holy Ghost is exiled from your heart and from your
If you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun lost control
past is plagiarism
your symbols dried up
Your as confused
As old that you dug
Like some hidden fume
Your soul
In the ozone of acts with motive
All the things you
There's dancing, crazed
Sexual
Crazy in an
The way people eat
Regrets overwhelms, and tired bodies fall
from the beaten
Let's one more eight-ball
Blue as beggars, beaten,
Tired eyes made of
And we all know when it gets like this no one you can trust
No no no one you can trust(x4)
Some say the locked in the sweat-box
I know
I've never been there, I sold my to get a rock
We along to forgotten AM radio stations
And drink expensive wine, the friends that we left hanging
prisoners in conceit
We through the cracks
I for sure don't trust no one who says' they've got you back
The windows all
the noise pollution booms
Everyone's now hidden like cockroaches in rooms
I've been brought back the dead before, so anything can happen
with tragic antics, down and out like Eric Clapton
These are my wild years, I'm trying to enjoy the
The euphoria of
Toxins wrestle in my
all been leaders of corruption
We've all been spiders on the
Waiting for a hand to us or the doom of light to fall
Is this guilt of self-hatred
wild, uncontained
Leaking from a broken
Is creation or a stain
Is this or a stain...