Luyện nghe bài hát Planck's Constant

you, motherfucker
rusty rip at my hands
down in my bed
rip apart the vision you see
your eyes on tv
red tear, your face
dream of society's fate
oh, we'll crawl up the corporate

crushed in my world
push it over to the
a tiny of little children
along for fun
and of gloom, rich
time over, a book of the dead
slid over, nothing to say
vision in your brain, telling
to kill us asleep, and you'll see anything
but vanity on top of the
and floating down, into the
then you kiss your fate
into life you fade
oh, you fade
your war, broken
right across my
the canned
you can
the very vision that brought you
rocket shoot at the moon
fly up in the sky
the of apocalyptic gloom
all over
they won't you see
your shoes are made of skin
your skin is like a faint
of crushing your skull
sit in a state
apathy glow, you fake it
won't you watch all
he's all you and you don't know why
you don't why

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