Luyện nghe bài hát Mediocrity Syndrome

A steady flow of bane runs through my and infection boiling seething
causing a stench to my thoughts those around me spineless weak fear
worthy of a fir of anger never seen before their thoughts should be
destroyed fire consuming burning the flesh cleansing world of its
inequality the sense and value lost trodden upon tear tear I will no
back anymore I will not fall victim to a system that holds down the
truth a fine oiled machine which to rust and die all to often I
wake and realize my are in vain nothing changes people follow the
followers to the grave I want to tear my heart out and it down their
backbiting throats and let them honor let it run through their veins
like acid a mark of who I really am someday they will wake someday
they will see and someday will understand.