Luyện nghe bài hát Jaws

jaws set the of our impending doom
and every tongue is over the poetry
to a little respect
a feather in your
you, and other blood sucker
thirst for
like graves

when it comes down
your open mouths
it satisfies
and nothing's gunna
marching in with the expectation
singing clockwork

face in filth
of your guilt
crying over and
oh, a shame
you, and other star fucker
lust for

and of fame
your crooked finger at yourself
no sense of irony
you the blame
make no
your precious can't hold forever
chip away at the brick with my fist

buried by arrogance and your good
let your vanity be my end
always your fault but never your loss
you turn back
the cloven hooves beat on the earth at your heel
is the last time

every
we make a promise to ourselves night
and every we wake to failure
how could we stand with such crooked
feral killing over scraps
the of the low
are we doomed to like this forever?

running
holes
losing
losing
our past
bones
the of time have ruined us
while our own grown so cold