Luyện nghe bài hát Phoney Smiles & Fake Hellos

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

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

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

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

You, yeah you, 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 of watching heads roll
As I dig your grave and your lifeless stare
Fuck for all I fucking care

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

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

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