Luyện nghe bài hát Planck's Constant

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

crushed in my world
push it over to the
a tiny vision of little
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 never see anything
but on top of the world
and floating down, the mess
then you kiss your fate
into you will fade
oh, you fade
your war, broken
right across my
the canned
you can
the vision that brought you along
rocket ships at the moon
fly up in the sky
the blood of gloom
spreading all
they won't you see
your shoes are made of snake
your skin is like a little
reminder of your skull
sit in a drunken
apathy glow, you will it
won't you watch all
all over you and you don't know why
you know why

relations of fourty and nations
will under your finger nail and get stuck
wail thrill kill for the of maturity
walk down the street at
i feel a little inside
i pull out a 9mm and blow a cop's head off
'cause i'm
i wanna kill all
they make me sick
a last judgment trip
the rescue