Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid

Illicit solariums of my
A lachrymal of how I came to be
Starting aromatic genus
Of the marijuana were spliced with the of mice

And soon failed but to splice
finally succeeding in bio-cultivating deeds
Creating new forms origin of man and seed
But not like you, the mice knew intellectually

they had hate for human beings
For years of and infecting them with disease
Hybrids, dagga, a of peace and love
I'm torn who I am

When you create internally all you need is
It an emotional body inner animus
But when you create externally, you need no love
All you need is the mind

Thus producing a being with only a left
With no compassion or sense,
An army of weed and mice to replace man
Able to famine and disease

habits of environment destroyed
Unable to reproduce without
Soon the world be run by artificial intelligence
Designed to population growth

Humans slowly become
When life is similar to that of the grays
Instead of tubes and cattle mutilations

But through of spliced DNA
from Marijuana and mice
Our world will be controlled by the slaves
And pollution hybrids