Luyện nghe bài hát Phoney Smiles & Fake Hellos

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

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

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

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

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

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

You, you, yeah you
Still haven't figured it is you do
Just a no nothing with a ten ton ego
Until your minutes are through

You, yeah you, you
A deaf and blind
I'm driving the hearse without
you and your kind

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