Luyện nghe bài hát Phoney Smiles & Fake Hellos

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

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

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

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

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

phoney smiles and fake hellos
The hardcore rush of watching heads
As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless
Fuck yourself for all I care

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

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

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