Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Kill Kill

Industrialised
The organs up on the shelves
Coloured guaranteed to keep you at peace
With your pitful selves

So of nothing behind the closed doors
Of very own misery
You're getting your share of weird fucking
humiliation TV

You're all fucking nothing but bricks on a
Pawns in a game moved and owned by faceless lords
a cog in the moneymachine
Disposable sellable obedient slaves to industry

That's why you
Why you to Kill
Why you should
And so you

Beauty pagants for the five old
Pay-per-view Christ for your
The lottery of mammon will for you
you are back broken useless and old

But once you are and they'll showed
You the forgiving flames
They'll refer to you only by a social number
And not your

Life is no welfare circus you're all born to work and to
Do not even dare to believe in an alternative way which to
So shut up and swallow the pain that keeps eating you up inside
And continue to pay your fucking taxes until you all fucking dies

why you Kill
Why you want to
Why you Kill
And so you