Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

Energy, apathy, becoming one thing controlling and the minds of the
poor things. The struggle becoming a battle you've lost to discover
yourself, as a pillar a structure, but what you got? To defend to repel
to the resistance that never has ended. We live in a world in a nation
that can't even fly it's own flag. We on to the past, with its
brutality and division. Why cant you just a decision? The future is
yours. It's not theirs. It's not gods. It's not anyone's who to own
you or the thoughts that make an original, all the subliminal brain
massage from the rich man's poet who's bright lights will lure weakness.
Just keep the guns locked out of reach of the Children. Keep the guns
out of reach!

Can't you see breaking me
Can't you see faking me

It
Can't You It
You Feel It
Can't You Feel That Failed You?

You're slowing the drugs in your veins are numbing pain, every twinge,
every singe from the fire of globalization, you're warming hands on the
bodies of children that learn so that MacDonald's can jack their gross
earnings if it wasn't it would seem to absurd. The fear grows, the fuse
on just one more bomb set by extremists that could have been me or
been you. A push or a shove a smile or some love would have helped out
that kid off his face on his dexies, his shove down his throat so
they don't have to divert attention from making their quota or buying
that sofa just oh so comfy. As all the porn pours in vein the Nike
channel, keep your guns locked so very far out of reach!

Failed You
Breaking Me With Their Holy Water