Luyện nghe bài hát Planck's Constant

fuck you,
rusty nails rip at my
rolling in my bed
rip apart the vision you see
your eyes on tv
red tear, into face
another of society's fate
oh, we'll up the corporate ladder

crushed in my only
push it over to the
a tiny vision of little
along for fun
and prophets of gloom,
time over, a book of the dead
blood over, nothing to say
vision in brain, telling again
to kill us asleep, and you'll never see
but vanity on top of the
and floating down, into the
you kiss your 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 ships shoot at the
fly up in the sky
the blood of apocalyptic
spreading all
won't make you see
your are made of snake skin
your skin is like a faint
reminder of crushing your
sit in a state
apathy glow, you fake it
won't you all them
all over you and you don't know why
you know why

relations of fourty states and
will under your finger nail and get stuck
wail thrill kill for the sake of
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 make me sick
a last judgment trip
the population