Luyện nghe bài hát Mediocrity Syndrome

A steady flow of bane runs through my blood and infection boiling
causing a stench to my those around me mindless spineless weak fear
ridden worthy of a fir of anger never seen before their thoughts be
destroyed fire consuming burning the flesh cleansing world of its
inequality the sense and value lost upon tear tear tear I will no
hold back anymore I will not fall victim to a system that holds the
truth a fine oiled machine deserves to rust and die all to often I
wake and realize my efforts are in 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 taste let it run through their veins
like acid burning a mark of who I really am they will wake someday
they see and someday they will understand.