Luyện nghe bài hát Cut Hands The Solution

Hey,
tell you:
It's
I'll tell
You're doing the thing
I can see you're
And I don't know where you've
But I do know failures still haunt you
Thoughtless slow you later regret
It's to own up and take the blame
For being a nervous gibbering
So go on be a careless fucking
So you can sit and not-think pain
I know about gasping and mirror-blood
I know shitbags and shame
I know a fuckload more than you
A fuck of a lot more than you
I know why you can a kiss
But not a hug
I know you your fat banana fingernails
And I know why need to shave
I know you're a slow pathetic eater
And I know you don't sleep
But I'll tell you:
It's
And I'll still you:
You're doing the thing
Question: did you ever hurt yourself to make sorry?
How often do you pretend to be
You ever wanted something much but never told anybody about it?
Are you such a slug you can't live a fucking sundae?
You ever made a bit too much fuss over cuts?
Yes, the will be quite dramatic
If you get the slit right
And an exposed piece of bone
for harvest
And in a few time:
In a drop of anal red the
And totally disgusting diseased unkempt disgusting excuse of a body
to react
Till days after the cutting
The cancer says hello
In between fairground muscle
And clearly white shit
Tinkerboy says it out
The little cunt doesn't know what the fuck he's talking
And weeks after the cutting
You really know
How can you imagine
How soon tears are forgotten
Because no wasted kleenex or sympathy
would give a fucking toss
For a quasi-glamour of symptoms
For Russells sign
And for your atrocious sleepless
Because what if they provoked?
It's prefectness and it's all
No more pointless trawling through books for triggering examples
No daytime trash or drunken wisdom
At first it not to be working
Til you get imitation of danger
That means you can no convince yourself it's not working
More and more and
So now would be a good time for blackmail
Who have you ever tried to guilty?
Have you told on anyone?
somebody has told you not to tell
My question: I said have you told on anyone?
Yet I'll you:
helping
And I'll tell
You're doing the thing
More and more you wonder if anyone really gives a
Do you sometimes that:
You too much
You listen enough
Do you admit to letting others you around?
Who's pushing you around
Who's on you now?
Who's the pervert hitting on you now,
Has he successfully perverted an
Has he destroyed a doll
I'll show you what's it like not to hands
And show you how to hold on tight
I'll show you how to piss on your own
And sit in a
You'll learn to sweat while
And I'll show you the stick
You'll learn the kitty-cut
Before the privilege of seeing your own
I'll let you suck brown-brown and
So you how papa's so brave
I'll show you the nightmare
And now you can buy fucking fear
So new can you:
Spot a person like me?
Can
Imagine a difference between their body and
Can
Imagine a person who looks me?
Could
Spot a who looks unlike you?
Can
Spot a person how you want to be?
Can
Imagine a person who never want to be?
people is a fucking degrading thing to do to them
And one day the understand that
One day the understand that:
Cut has the solution
feed you to every hungry bird
We'll feed you to starving animal
And we'll let them eat fat till full
And let them drink blood till they're drunk
As I tell
helping
While I you:
You're the right thing