Luyện nghe bài hát Cut Hands The Solution

Hey,
I'll you:
helping
I'll tell
You're doing the right
I can see used
And I don't know where you've
But I do know past failures still you
slow remarks you later regret
It's hard to own up and take the
For being a 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 shitbags and shame
I a fuckload more than you realise
A fuck of a lot more than you
I know why you can a kiss
But not a hug
I know you bite your fat fingernails
And I know why you'd to shave
I know you're a slow pathetic eater
And I you don't sleep much
But I'll still you:
It's
And still tell you:
doing the right thing
Question: did you ever hurt to make somebody sorry?
How do you pretend to be sick?
You ever something very much but never told anybody about it?
Are you a slug you can't live without a fucking sundae?
You ever made a bit too fuss over your cuts?
Yes, the cutting will be dramatic
If you get the slit right
And show an piece of bone
Ready for
And in a few time:
In a drop of red the poison
And your disgusting diseased unkempt disgusting excuse of a body
to react
Till mere days the cutting
The cancer says well
In between fairground twitches
And clearly scaly shit
Tinkerboy burnt it out
The little doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about
And weeks after the cutting
You really know
How can you imagine
How soon cheap tears are
Because no wasted kleenex or sympathy
would give a fucking toss
For a of your symptoms
For Russells sign
And for your sleepless lucidity
what if they were provoked?
It's prefectness and all there
No more trawling through self-helped books for triggering examples
No more daytime or drunken wisdom
At it seems not to be working
Til you get that imitation of
That means you can no longer convince it's not working
and more and more
So right now would be a good for blackmail
Who have you ever tried to make
you ever told on anyone?
What has told you not to tell
My I said have you ever told on anyone?
Yet tell you:
It's
And I'll you:
You're doing the right
More and more you wonder if anyone gives a fuck
Do you feel that:
You talk too
You listen enough
Do you admit to letting others you around?
Who's pushing you now?
hitting on you now?
Who's the pervert on you now, kuckle-nicks?
Has he successfully an ethic?
Has he a doll body?
I'll you what's it like not to have hands
And I'll you how to hold on tight
I'll show you how to piss on own bedclothes
And sit in a
learn to sweat while unconscious
And I'll show you the electric
You'll about the kitty-cut
Before the of seeing your own blood
I'll let you suck brown-brown and
So you know how so brave
I'll you the wide-awake nightmare
And now you can buy fucking fear
So new can you:
Spot a who's like me?
Can
Imagine a difference their body and yours?
Can
Imagine a person who looks me?
you:
Spot a person who looks you?
Can
a person who's how you want to be?
Can
Imagine a person who you'd 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 hands has the
We'll you to every 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 you:
It's
I tell you:
You're doing the right