Luyện nghe bài hát Hands That Mold

hands that kill illusions of peace
their fucked up psuedo
destroy to give 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
and build and build some more
industry fucks nature some kind of whore
quest for invention gone too far
environment were doomed from the start
and i guess all gonna die (my home)
and take under th sky (is nothing... to you)
skies they infecting the land
oceans they vomit onto the
wind so foul, a reek
they scream in disbelief
and i guess were all die (our lives)
and take everything under the sky (are nothing...
used)
humanicide //
black trees, dead seeds, weeds
how longer do we have?

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