Luyện nghe bài hát Fansong

You out there give us something more than just record sales
You us something to hate
And we hate you, you brainless

You hunched and blinded
in chat rooms
You on the sheets
mothers clean for you

You lined my pockets
Overflowed gold
You're living your parents
And you're 35 old

a bunch of banks
That I'd to rob
You're my online transaction
my future stocks

Transfer you like
To a Swiss
Spend you on an buy
And you all out

Hate

You sad and putrid
on the couch
Think you're fucking better us?'
You can't leave your

Deluded little
Fold arms and frown
Go to and make me money
I put you down

You're a of banks
I'd like to rob
You're my online cash
You're my future

you like money
To a Swiss
you on an impulse buy
And you all out

Hate

I would like to get sleep
But you keep all our things
My overhead is way too
For us to not make all these

It's way too cynical, you
what's supporting me
I am not you, I the gods
And if I were, I'd die dogs

Die
DIE!

a bunch of banks
That I'd to rob
You're my cash transaction
You're my future

Transfer you money
To a account
you an on impulse buy
And you all out

You're a credit
That I will
Every I max you out
I get a miles

You're a new car
That I do not
Wrap you a telephone pole
Shrug it off and

Just follow me... the elevator...
Through the gates... the stairs...
Just on walking... through the hallway...

Now the door...