Luyện nghe bài hát Cut Hands The Solution

Hey,
tell you:
It's
tell you:
You're doing the right
I can see you're
And I don't know where been
But I do know past still haunt you
Thoughtless slow you later regret
It's hard to own up and the blame
For a nervous gibbering wreck
So go on be a careless fucking
So you can sit and not-think about
I know about gasping attacks and
I know about and shame
I know a fuckload more than you
A fuck of a lot more you think
I know why you can a kiss
But not a hug
I know you bite your fat fingernails
And I why you'd need to shave
I know you're a slow fussy eater
And I know you don't much
But I'll still you:
It's
And still tell you:
You're the right thing
Question: did you ever hurt yourself to make somebody
How often do you pretend to be
You ever wanted very much but never told anybody about it?
Are you such a you can't live without a fucking sundae?
You ever made a bit too much fuss over cuts?
Yes, the cutting will be dramatic
If you get the slit right
And show an exposed of bone
Ready for
And in a few seconds'
In a drop of red the poison
And your totally disgusting diseased disgusting excuse of a body
Continues to
Till mere days the cutting
The cancer says well
In between fairground twitches
And clearly scaly shit
Tinkerboy burnt it out
The little cunt doesn't know what the fuck he's about
And weeks after the cutting
You really know
How can you imagine
How cheap tears are forgotten
Because there's no wasted or sympathy
Nobody would a fucking toss
For a quasi-glamour of symptoms
For your sign
And for your sleepless lucidity
Because what if they were
prefectness and it's all there
No more pointless trawling through books for triggering examples
No more daytime trash or drunken
At first it not to be working
Til you get that imitation of
That you can no longer convince yourself it's not working
and more and more
So right now would be a time for blackmail
Who have you ever tried to guilty?
Have you ever told on
somebody has told you not to tell
My question: I said you ever told on anyone?
Yet I'll you:
It's
And tell you:
You're the right thing
More and more you if anyone really gives a fuck
Do you sometimes feel
You talk too
You don't listen
Do you to letting others push you around?
pushing you around now?
Who's on you now?
the pervert hitting on you now, kuckle-nicks?
Has he perverted an ethic?
Has he a doll body?
I'll show you it like not to have hands
And I'll show you how to hold on
I'll show you how to on your own bedclothes
And sit in a
You'll learn to while unconscious
And show you the electric stick
You'll about the kitty-cut
Before the privilege of seeing your own
I'll let you suck brown-brown and
So you know how so brave
I'll show you the nightmare
And now you can buy some fucking
So new can you:
Spot a person like me?
Can
Imagine a difference their body and yours?
Can
Imagine a person who looks me?
Could
Spot a who looks unlike you?
Can
Spot a who's how you want to be?
Can
Imagine a person who never want to be?
Transferring people is a fucking degrading to do to them
And one day the understand that
One day the understand that:
Cut has the solution
We'll feed you to every hungry
We'll feed you to every animal
And we'll let them eat fat till they're
And will let them drink blood they're drunk
As I tell
helping
While I tell
You're the right thing