Luyện nghe bài hát Phoney Smiles & Fake Hellos

You, you, yeah you
You got a cutout soul
a power-tripping, mind-raping, backstabbing junkie
Thinking your hype is

You, you, yeah you
Respect a word you know
just a fabricated lie that doesn't exist
Dropping wherever you go

Life's phoney smiles and hellos
The hardcore rush of heads roll
As I dig your grave and kill your stare
Fuck yourself for all I care

You, you, yeah you
you know it all
Thirty-five years old with a wife and two
Still living in your mother's

You, you, yeah you
A sellout and a social
You'd sell your mother's just to get ahead
A disease to the core

Life's smiles and fake hellos
The hardcore rush of watching roll
As I dig your and kill your lifeless stare
yourself for all I fucking care

You, you, yeah you
Still haven't figured it is you do
Just a no talent with a ten ton ego
Until your fifteen minutes are

You, yeah you, you
A conscience deaf and
I'm driving the hearse remorse
Killing you and your

Life's phoney smiles and hellos
The hardcore rush of heads roll
I dig your grave and your lifeless stare
yourself for all I fucking care