Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Tell Me You Care

You shit-head slimy got it
You ghosts with greasy balls
You wicked matron hard,
Grabbing while the good
vicious smile
Dancing on the pile
Slipping your sly
flesh on battlefields
The corpses help you up
To your at the top

You shit-head slimy it alls
You the baby as it crawls
And crush its head, the soft new
Burst its brain and it dull.
You own its mind, you murderous
Grind it down bloodied teeth
And feed it up national pride...
Progress through
Not for themselves, but you, you
You raid the bodies of the

You slimy make it alls
With meat dripping as you walk
talk of justice or respect
You shit soaked moralist...
What right is that others lives
Are yours to smash and and bind?
It's security that they bleed for
Your that they die for
You stack your dead with no more thought
some accountant at their work

You shit-head slimy got it
Crap-eyes ghosts were crawl
old jerk-offs with your bodyguards
Those with forty-fives
You automatic butchers
Bullet shitting dumbhead
It's your heartless failure they
While you deny the shame of neglect
All you can see is your success
And the dead and fear the mess

You shit-head have it alls
You and lie and jargonise
That your is also ours
That you take you take for us
While your scrapes the living dry
And your are archaic battlecries

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

When you woke this morning you so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like in black.
It doesn't get much better, your 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 such a to understand the silence.
like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there - like the wind seen the window,
Seeing it, but not being by it.