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 hype is true

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

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

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

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

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

You, yeah you, you
Still figured what it is you do
Just a no nothing with a ten ton ego
your fifteen minutes are through

You, you, yeah you
A deaf and blind
I'm driving the hearse remorse
Killing you and kind

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