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 little god punching on my skull
little god
Tells me that I'm
A useless piece of shit no love to give at all now
And the smallest god up
Thinks I'm the greatest
Tells me no one else be as good as me.
I listen to them all, I was a jockey to consequences
propagandist selling misery
I build a I got to get away
A shirt made out of wood and glue and crack and some paint(????)
No one see ya there and no one's getting in
I got a needle, a pack, a satchel, and a quart of gin
I drink and shoot and smoke until the only 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 birds are singing, my nowhere around
I have made myself a
I damned myself again
I have eaten all my children, I have up my skin
I'm a crucifixion, I'm a fucked-up memory
Consumed in all left, I'm my mother's misery
I'm on Satan's tit
She's milking me her

I drink until I'm convinced there's no left to go
You there's no place left to go (x4)
So I until the pain is dry
I know it is
though, I guess I think that I'm the best
Until the morning after I wake up with the guilt
Of burning down all the my sacred hands have built
And out all the love you know I never felt
Yeah, you know I never (x4)
make our tortured Romeo's
Personal help can be
You it on yourself
Burn out when you peak
The Holy Ghost is from your heart and from your soul
If you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've lost
Your past is
symbols have dried up
Your corruption's as
As old lovers you dug
Like some hidden fume
Your 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 bodies
from the beaten
Let's split one more
Blue as beggars, beaten,
eyes made of rust
And we all know when it gets like this no one you can trust
No no no one you can trust(x4)
say the solution's locked in the sweat-box
I wouldn't
I've never been there, I sold my keys to get a
We sing along to 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
now hidden like cockroaches in dark rooms
I've been brought back from the dead before, so anything can
with tragic antics, down and out like Eric Clapton
These are my years, I'm trying to enjoy the pain
The euphoria of
Toxins in my brain
We've all been leaders of
We've all spiders on the wall
Waiting for a hand to us or the doom of light to fall
Is this guilt of just
Runnin' wild,
from a broken soul
Is this creation or a
Is this or a stain...