Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Tell Me You Care

You slimy got it alls
You crap-eyed with greasy balls
You wicked matron hard,
Grabbing the going's good
vicious smile
Dancing on the body
Slipping your sly
Impaling flesh on
The decaying help you up
To your at the top

You shit-head want it alls
You bind the as it crawls
And crush its head, the soft new
its brain and keep it dull.
You own its mind, you murderous
Grind it down with bloodied
And feed it up with pride...
through self-sacrifice
Not for themselves, but you, you
You raid the bodies of the

You shit-head make it alls
With meat dripping as you walk
Don't talk of justice or
You shit soaked moralist...
What right is yours that others
Are to smash and kill and bind?
It's your security that they for
Your definitions they die for
You stack your dead heroes with no more
Than accountant at their work

You slimy got it alls
Crap-eyes ghosts were maggots
Tired old jerk-offs your bodyguards
Those muscle-pimps with
You gutless butchers
Bullet shitting hookers
It's your heartless they protect
While you the shame of your neglect
All you can see is your success
And damn the and fear the mess

You greedy have it alls
You cheat and lie and
That your success is also
what you take you take for us
While ambition scrapes the living dry
And your solutions are archaic

You dead meat eyesore death
Look for your arselickers...
The face stares back from the mirror
the reality of your horror
So don't tell me you care,
You betray the dead as you life
Eat you own shit leader of this
off to your Downing Street fortress
Leave us out of your
Buy your own vaseline, grease own arse
Shit in own back yard, suck your own turds...
THIS IS OUR

When you this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed that in black.
It doesn't get much better, voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain,
Maybe hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make a noise to understand the silence.
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you hear the silence
Even when it's there - the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it, but not touched by it.