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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

Can't you see, my
What you create is greater than
beautiful and valid
Go tell the false who doubts your
Hey, my caustic salad

Their noise pollution is a one night
A corporate ballad
the theme, compose the theme
That seems to haunt the dreams

Yes their truth is a lie, a sober sky
Don't you dare lay down your and die
Oh fry, small fry
of the century, know what it meant to me
They'll label us what can never be

So hate me, but I am in your
I am in your heart, it apart

All those magazines and teens
Whose teething is outdated
Have minuscule minds of
In need of away
This been reinstated

So spit a wad in the of their fucking flawless race
And all they've
I believe, believe, believe, believe, believe
The twisted web they

They can't stitch you now
Or the violence out
I'm disavowed,
I'm proud to their know how

The begat the lamb
And now in his hands
I'm reeling from a feeling that they
Our stand goes

I am in your
(Burning up a hole)
I am in heart
(Burning up a hole)
Pulling it

Hallelujah, lost
Hallelujah, love
Hallelujah, love

I've got an empty wallet and a cover
The stage hot and worn like an aging
So I spew a of verbal vomit
Sacrilegious of Christ or
It's full of piss and they'll never it
on, come on, come on, come on, come on

And kill the kindly
The ever blinded
We and face you now
We not run

Crime of the century, know what it to me
Just you wait and just you and see
Where your lemming life

I am in your
(Burning up a hole)
I am in heart
(Burning up a hole)
it apart
(Burning up a hole)