Luyện nghe bài hát Platos Tripartite

I to thank you for the blood you shed,
And obligatory contribution to the community.
Are you dense or so fuckin' inbred
You that all is forgiven and all is forgotten?
But forgive them of nothing, despite impunity.

Oh how the system fails you
When monstrous children get so sweetly.
The violence is praised, the cemented
(they seem nice kids).
Crimes go committed, but never
(that doesn't what they did).

That's they lock up an innocent victim.
The thing that's more broken than her spirit is the system.
They up femininity, infected with the illusion that choice is free.

You made your bed you were born in your bones,
So lay back, sweetheart, in a body you sometimes own.
Lay back upon concrete floors and rest your drunken soul.
What more a lady ask for than to be treated like a hole?

Oh how the system you completely
When children get treated so sweetly.
Standing you in suit and tie,
Don't they look so nice? (So nice)
Well-practiced tears come to eyes,
"I guess remorse will suffice." (Will suffice)

That's they lock up,
That's they lock up your bones,
That's they lock up,
Femininity infected with the illusion that choice, is

Freedom is delicate, cracking abject catastrophe.
Stronger than his prison bars are the around her memory.

It's irrelevant, her to me.
No one is if they go free.
No one is if they go free.
we hand raise the beast, and the beast runs wild,
We speak of our own involvement in the rape of a child.

It's irrelevant, her to me.
No one is if they go free.
No one is innocent if go free.
That's they lock up,
That's when they lock up bones,
when they lock up,
Femininity with the illusion that choice, choice is