Luyện nghe bài hát Phoney Smiles & Fake Hellos

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

You, you, yeah you
Respect ain't a word you
You're just a fabricated lie that exist
Dropping names you go

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

You, yeah you, you
Thinking you it all
Thirty-five years old a wife and two kids
Still living in mother's home

You, you, yeah you
A sellout and a whore
You'd your mother's soul just to get ahead
A down to the core

Life's phoney smiles and fake
The hardcore of watching heads roll
As I dig grave and kill your lifeless stare
Fuck yourself for all I fucking

You, yeah you, you
Still haven't what it is you do
Just a no nothing with a ten ton ego
Until your minutes are through

You, you, yeah you
A conscience deaf and
I'm driving the hearse without
you and your kind

Life's phoney and fake hellos
The rush of watching heads roll
I dig your grave and your lifeless stare
Fuck yourself for all I care