Luyện nghe bài hát Mediocrity Syndrome

A steady flow of bane runs through my blood and infection boiling
causing a stench to my thoughts those around me mindless weak fear
ridden worthy of a fir of anger seen before their thoughts should be
fire consuming burning the flesh cleansing this world of its
inequality the sense and value lost trodden upon tear tear tear I no
hold back anymore I 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 efforts are in vain changes people follow the
followers to the I want to tear my heart out and shove it down their
throats and let them taste honor let it run through their veins
like acid burning a mark of who I really am someday they wake someday
they will see and someday they understand.