Luyện nghe bài hát Culling

Bearing westward, on Old 66
I'm out for answers, wind up with just kicks
A pocket to light your path
A techno-messiah, crash

I couldn't make shit up
The truth is bad
Out in the a smoking wreck
Of ill-raised and lost respect

Let me you illusions of concern
An loop of drown and burn
Worship while we tell you lies to face
The bottom line a disgrace

line up to storm the cliff
The paying victims create a shift
To commerce and wasted words
A celebration of the herd

I make this shit up
The is bad enough
Out in the a smoking wreck
Of ill-raised and lost respect

Let me sell you illusions of
An endless loop of and burn
Worship we tell you lies to your face
The line a cheap disgrace

It's a disgrace