Luyện nghe bài hát Hands That Mold

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

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