Luyện nghe bài hát Lost

Eat your inners, choke on tongue
Rip off your flesh, be
Gouge eyes, drown in spit
Self-loathing son of a bitch - it
Who needs friends when I've got meds
And I where the trouble stems
Who thinks all set to fail?
is not the case

Punch the numbers, push the
Keep life living...
Punch the numbers, the button
life living... Escape

When meets revenge
much to ascertain
After the is pulled...
Fools... All learn it the way

(Amputate/Dismember)
Lost (Tank treads and tracks)

Pull Hair out, eat poison
Jump from that
Scratch your eyes out, down stairs
fucking die though
Who needs when I've got these meds
And I where the trouble stems
Who thinks it's all set to
is not the case

Concern is not your
Shovel to the back, to the back of head
Stare down this glare
to fear, Nothing
Nothing!

(Amputate/Dismember)