Luyện nghe bài hát Phoney Smiles & Fake Hellos

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

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

Life's smiles and fake hellos
The hardcore rush of watching heads
As I dig your grave and your lifeless stare
yourself for all I fucking 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, yeah you, you
A and a social whore
You'd sell your mother's soul to get ahead
A disease to the core

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

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

You, yeah you, you
A conscience and blind
I'm driving the hearse remorse
you and your kind

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