Luyện nghe bài hát Hands That Mold

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

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