Luyện nghe bài hát Dorks

Question: If I died in my like a rat in a cage
Would the neighbors smell the before the cat ate my face?
I used to floss the albatross like Kane with the chain
I'm to jettison the ballast with the hazardous waste
The kid is comfortably numb, a tedious crutch
Deep in a self imposed Stockholm and Lima
Maybe an occupation popular with demons and
Made any mingling to bein' seasoned and stuffed
It's a of jumpin' jellyfish, jealous little sycophants
Miserable and from the skivvys to the pissy pants
one seperately convinced
They're sketching with Da Vinci's
Delusion a communication of prison camp
You fuckin' dorks ain't a threat to the
There a lesson we can learn from the ostensibly lost
I think it's funny when from identical haunts
Step out the tempest to measure Of what the spectrum
Maybe no one cares, party here, I'll be over there

Don't need no help, all by

I used to hang around rappers at the root of the scene
It a lot to feel the fugitive community breathe
Maybe to sentimentalize is to be truly
I know some shit about your heroes you wouldn't believe
I think we're all a bunch of on a quest to belong
The songs are up in impregnable fog
That's why odd to see a pile of imperfections and flaws
Ascend a pedestal to the rest of the cogs
And a of obnoxious fantasy, posturing and pageantry
I ain't even mad, I'm impressed, shit it's
God almighty chop an ivory tower to piano
Play your own dirge on the way to surfin' maggot
You fuckin' ain't a source of the art
You can't be cooler than the corners Where you source all your parts The poker face, all it a couple sordid remarks
We let the manticore out, We the sorcery bark
Life is so unfair, party here, I'll be over there

Don't no help, all by myself

I view the rattling of sabres like a to expose
Insecurities exploding in code
With braggadocio to go mostly jokey to gross
Corrode a til his probity is notably ghost
Before the was a job he was a manager,
Hell You would round your momma like an infant gazelle
The disillusionment has truly been a difficult
you was anything menacing is a difficult sell
In a whistle-and-bellorama, black mollies to dress up like
not even compelling melodrama
It's a comedy, somebody wanna you as a saga
I'm voluntarily persona non grata
You dorks ain't the leaders we need
This ain't the medium for out to weasel and breed
I'm off in with the paupers over tea with the queen
Don't make 'em show the what disobedient means
Heavy load to bear, over here, I'll be over there

Don't need no help, all by