Luyện nghe bài hát Mediocrity Syndrome

A steady of bane runs through my blood and infection boiling seething
causing a stench to my thoughts those around me mindless weak fear
ridden worthy of a fir of anger never seen before 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 to a system that holds down the
truth a fine oiled machine deserves to rust and die all to often I
wake and realize my efforts are in vain nothing people follow the
followers to the grave I want to tear my heart out and shove it their
backbiting and let them taste honor let it run through their veins
like acid burning a mark of who I am someday they will wake someday
they will see and they will understand.