Luyện nghe bài hát Planck's Constant

fuck you,
nails rip at my hands
rolling in my bed
rip apart the that you see
with your on tv
red tear, into face
dream of society's fate
oh, crawl up the corporate ladder

crushed in my world
push it to the moon
a tiny of little children
play for fun
and of gloom, rich
time waits over, a of the dead
blood over, nothing to say
in your brain, telling again
to us asleep, and you'll never see anything
but vanity on top of the
and floating down, into the
then you kiss lovers fate
into you will fade
oh, you fade
war, broken prophets
right across my
the vision
you can
the very that brought you along
rocket shoot at the moon
fly up in the sky
the of apocalyptic gloom
spreading all
they won't you see
your are made of snake skin
your is like a little faint
of crushing your skull
sit in a state
apathy glow, you fake it
won't you watch all
he's all over you and you don't why
you don't why

relations of fourty and nations
will crawl under your finger nail and get
thrill kill for the sake of maturity
walk down the at night
i feel a scared inside
i out a 9mm and blow a fucking cop's head off
i'm bored
i wanna them all
'cause they make me
a last judgment trip
the rescue