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

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

You, you, yeah you
Thinking you it all
Thirty-five old with a wife and two kids
Still living in your home

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

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

You, you, yeah you
Still haven't what it is you do
Just a no talent nothing 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 kind

phoney smiles and fake hellos
The hardcore of watching heads roll
I dig your grave and your lifeless stare
Fuck yourself for all I fucking