Luyện nghe bài hát Cut Hands The Solution

Hey,
I'll tell
helping
I'll tell
doing the right thing
I can see you're
And I don't know you've been
But I do past failures still haunt you
slow remarks you later regret
It's hard to own up and take the
For being a nervous gibbering
So go on be a careless fucking
So you can sit and about pain
I know about gasping and mirror-blood
I about shitbags and shame
I know a fuckload than you realise
A fuck of a lot more than you
I why you can take a kiss
But not a hug
I know you your fat banana fingernails
And I why you'd need to shave
I know you're a fussy pathetic eater
And I know you don't sleep
But still tell you:
helping
And still tell you:
doing the right thing
Question: did you hurt yourself to make somebody sorry?
How do you pretend to be sick?
You ever wanted something very much but told anybody about it?
Are you such a slug you can't live without a fucking
You ever made a bit too much fuss over cuts?
Yes, the cutting will be quite
If you get the slit right
And show an exposed piece of
for harvest
And in a few seconds'
In a drop of anal red the
And your totally disgusting diseased unkempt excuse of a body
to react
Till mere after the cutting
The cancer says hello
In between fairground muscle
And white scaly shit
Tinkerboy says it out
The little cunt doesn't what the fuck he's talking about
And just weeks the cutting
You really know
How well can you
How soon cheap are forgotten
Because there's no wasted kleenex or
would give a fucking toss
For a quasi-glamour of symptoms
For Russells sign
And for atrocious sleepless lucidity
Because what if were provoked?
It's prefectness and all there
No more pointless trawling through self-helped books for examples
No daytime trash or drunken wisdom
At it seems not to be working
Til you get that imitation of
That means you can no longer convince yourself not working
More and more and
So right now be a good time for blackmail
Who have you ever to make guilty?
Have you ever on anyone?
What somebody has told you not to
My question: I said have you told on anyone?
Yet tell you:
It's
And tell you:
You're the right thing
More and more you wonder if anyone really a fuck
Do you sometimes feel
You talk too
You don't enough
Do you admit to letting others you around?
pushing you around now?
Who's on you now?
Who's the pervert on you now, kuckle-nicks?
Has he successfully an ethic?
Has he destroyed a body?
I'll show you it like not to have hands
And I'll you how to hold on tight
I'll show you how to piss on your own
And sit in a
You'll to sweat while unconscious
And I'll show you the stick
learn about the kitty-cut
Before the privilege of seeing your own
I'll let you brown-brown and clairil
So you know how so brave
I'll show you the wide-awake
And now you can buy some fear
So new can you:
Spot a who's like me?
Can
Imagine a difference between their and yours?
Can
a person who looks like me?
Could
Spot a person who unlike you?
Can
a person who's how you want to be?
Can
Imagine a person who you'd want to be?
Transferring people is a degrading thing to do to them
And one day the you'll understand
One day the you'll that:
Cut has the solution
We'll feed you to hungry bird
We'll feed you to every animal
And we'll let them eat fat till they're
And will let drink blood till they're drunk
As I tell
It's
While I tell
You're doing the right