Luyện nghe bài hát Creation or a stain

I got a god in my
me that I'm crazy
Got a god in my
Telling me I'm
An angry little god punching on my
little god
Tells me that I'm
A useless piece of with no love to give at all now
And the god up there
Thinks that I'm the
Tells me no one could be as good as me.
I listen to them all, I was a jockey to consequences
Little selling misery
I build a I got to get away
A shirt out of wood and glue and crack 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 drink and shoot and smoke the only voice I hear
Is the one telling me those people, don't let anybody near
No don't let anybody (x4)
And now the telephone is ringing, the are falling down
The city birds are singing, my soul's nowhere
I have myself a monster
I have damned again
I have all my children, I have tightened up my skin
I'm a walking crucifixion, I'm a fucked-up
Consumed in all that's left, I'm my mother's
I'm on Satan's tit
She's milking me her

I drink until I'm there's no place left to go
You know no place left to go (x4)
So I until the pain is dry
I know it is
Sometimes though, I I think that I'm the best
Until the morning when I wake up with the guilt
Of burning down all the my sacred hands have built
And throwing out all the you know I never felt
Yeah, you know I never (x4)
make our tortured Romeo's
Personal help can be
You bring it on
Burn out you might peak
The Holy Ghost is exiled from your heart and your soul
If you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've control
past is plagiarism
your have dried up
Your as confused
As old lovers you dug
Like some hidden fume
Your dissipates
In the ozone of guilty acts with
All the you hate
There's dancing, crazed
heat
Crazy in an
The way starving eat
Regrets overwhelms, and tired bodies fall
from the beaten
Let's one more eight-ball
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)
Some say the solution's locked in the
I know
I've never been there, I sold my to get a rock
We sing to forgotten AM radio stations
And drink expensive wine, the friends that we left hanging
Like in conceit
We heard through the
I know for sure don't no one who says' they've got you back
The all explode
Outside the noise pollution
Everyone's now hidden like cockroaches in rooms
I've brought back from the dead before, so anything can happen
Obsessed with tragic antics, down and out like Eric
These are my wild years, I'm to enjoy the pain
The of dying
wrestle in my brain
We've all been of corruption
We've all been on the wall
Waiting for a hand to smash us or the of light to fall
Is this guilt of self-hatred
Runnin' wild,
Leaking a broken soul
Is creation or a stain
Is this or a stain...