Luyện nghe bài hát Creation or a stain

I got a god in my
Tells me I'm crazy
Got a god in my
Telling me I'm
An little god punching on my skull
little god
Tells me I'm lazy
A piece of shit with no love to give at all now
And the god up there
Thinks I'm the greatest
Tells me no one else be as good as me.
I listen to all, I was a disc jockey to consequences
Little selling misery
I a cocoon I got to get away
A shirt made out of wood and and crack and then some paint(????)
No one see ya down and no one's getting in
I got a needle, a pack, a satchel, and a quart of gin
I drink and and smoke until the only voice I hear
Is the one telling me those other people, don't let anybody
No let anybody near (x4)
And now the telephone is ringing, the are falling down
The city are singing, my soul's nowhere around
I have made a monster
I have myself again
I have eaten all my children, I have up my skin
I'm a walking crucifixion, I'm a fucked-up
Consumed in all that's left, I'm my misery
I'm sucking on tit
She's milking me her

I drink until I'm there's no place left to go
You know there's no left to go (x4)
So I until the pain is dry
I it never is
Sometimes though, I guess I that I'm the best
Until the morning when I wake up with the guilt
Of burning all the things my sacred hands have built
And out all the love you know I never felt
Yeah, you I never felt (x4)
Let's our tortured Romeo's
help can be unique
You bring it on
Burn out when you might
The Holy Ghost is exiled your heart and from your soul
If you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've control
past is plagiarism
your symbols dried up
Your as confused
As old lovers you dug
Like some hidden toxic
soul dissipates
In the ozone of guilty acts motive
All the you hate
There's bodies dancing,
Sexual
Crazy in an
The way starving eat
Regrets weight overwhelms, and tired fall
Bankrupt from the
Let's split one more
as beggars, beaten, bleeding
Tired eyes made of
And we all know when it like this there's no one you can trust
No no no one you can trust(x4)
say the solution's locked in the sweat-box
I know
I've never been there, I sold my to get a rock
We sing along to AM radio stations
And drink expensive wine, toast the friends that we left
Like in conceit
We heard the cracks
I know for sure trust no one who says' they've got you back
The all explode
Outside the noise pollution
Everyone's now hidden like cockroaches in dark
I've been back from the dead before, so anything can happen
Obsessed with antics, down and out like Eric Clapton
These are my wild years, I'm trying to the pain
The euphoria of
wrestle in my brain
We've all been of corruption
We've all been spiders on the
Waiting for a to smash us or the doom of light to fall
Is guilt of just self-hatred
Runnin' wild,
Leaking from a broken
Is this or a stain
Is this or a stain...