Luyện nghe bài hát Hands That Mold

hands that kill illusions of peace
their fucked up psuedo
to give birth to technology
to the killin of yo and me and him and her
blind. us think we are so smart
challenges
how. our sky bleeds in hands
its
build and and build some more
industry fucks nature like kind of whore
quest for intelligence gone too far
sythetic environment doomed from the start
and i guess all gonna die (my home)
and take everything th sky (is nothing... to you)
skies they bleed the land
they vomit onto the sand
wind so foul, a putrid
animals they in disbelief
and i guess were all die (our lives)
and everything under the sky (are nothing... just
used)
humanicide //
black trees, dead seeds, dirt
how much longer do we

human beings should never evolved at all
heart... your heart as cold as the concrete that
you lay
your mind... clouded with the that you make
hide... lies... all of us, the ones you have
to die
smother our earth, our skies
your quest for progess, convenient
man... kind... to whom are you
the peace you mold is a lie, all lies
our float rejected down the stream
are nothing, not you or me