Luyện nghe bài hát Head? Chest? Foot?

three choices, one bullet, one trigger, who gets to pull it
one leader, a slaves.
for every throne there's a graves
you're all the same, part of their machine perpetuate their dream
They subsidize nightclubs, and they subsidize your balls
They and brand the masses within painted prison walls.
Till your of assembly becomes the missiles they create.
Or just mass delusion dancing to music that you fucking hate.

But I'm not the same. I'm not part of your machine.
I'll their dream.
I'd rather be imprisoned in a George world
Than your pacified society of happy and girls.
I'd know my enemies and let you know the same.
Whose windows to and whose tires to slash
And to point the fucking blame.

One future. Two choices. Oppose them or let them us.