Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Tell Me You Care

You slimy got it alls
You ghosts with greasy balls
You matron stabbing hard,
Grabbing while the good
Administrators smile
on the body pile
Slipping your sly
Impaling flesh on
The corpses help you up
To position at the top

You slimy want it alls
You bind the baby as it
And crush its head, the new scull
Burst its and keep it dull.
You own its mind, you murderous
Grind it down bloodied teeth
And feed it up with pride...
through self-sacrifice
Not for themselves, but you, you
You the bodies of the dead

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

You slimy got it alls
Crap-eyes ghosts were maggots
Tired old with your bodyguards
Those muscle-pimps with
You automatic butchers
Bullet shitting hookers
your heartless failure they protect
While you the shame of your neglect
All you can see is your brutal
And damn the dead and fear the

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

You dead meat eyesore death
Look elsewhere for arselickers...
The face that back from the mirror
Reflects the of your horror
So tell me you care, shit-head
You betray the dead as you life
Eat you own shit leader of nation
Piss off to Downing Street fortress
Leave us out of your
Buy your own vaseline, grease your own
Shit in your own yard, suck your own turds...
THIS IS OUR

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