Luyện nghe bài hát Mediocrity Syndrome

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