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 is true

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

Life's phoney and fake hellos
The hardcore of watching heads roll
As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless
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 home

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

Life's phoney and fake hellos
The hardcore rush of watching heads
As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless
yourself 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 fifteen are through

You, yeah you, you
A conscience and blind
I'm driving the without remorse
Killing you and your

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