Luyện nghe bài hát Mediocrity Syndrome

A steady flow of bane runs through my and infection boiling seething
causing a stench to my thoughts around me mindless spineless weak fear
ridden worthy of a fir of anger seen before their thoughts should be
destroyed fire consuming burning the flesh cleansing this of its
inequality the sense and value lost upon tear tear tear I will no
hold back I will not fall victim to a system that holds down the
truth a fine oiled which deserves to rust and die all to often I
and realize my efforts are in vain nothing changes people follow the
followers to the grave I want to tear my heart out and shove it down
backbiting and let them taste honor let it run through their veins
like acid burning a mark of who I really am someday will wake someday
they will see and someday they understand.