Luyện nghe bài hát Hands That Mold

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

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