Luyện nghe bài hát Prod

Emotions us troubling,
The inside us escalating,
The sickness us keeps us weak,
The masses of us suffering they are bleeding,
The calling inside us sick greed,
The voices calling to us deafening we're not

Cannot receive the
Line up cattle and cut the
at the flies omit disgust

The inside us posturing,
The pollution of us suffocating me,
The science inside us
The will that's inside of us its end is coming

Cannot the obvious
Line up cattle and cut the
us of life and cleanse the mess

Wash me off inside, wash me off

We're killing killers
Goddamn we up the circumstance,
Too late to us from ourselves,
minds against trust and confidence,
Too late to give a now
Too late to save us from ourselves, too late to it all go away,
Too late to beg pardons the mother, too late to give a damn

Now we'll sit and

Wait for the coming. of the end
Wait for the coming the killing the the plight of man
Deserving no mercy expelling by hand,
It's okay the it's over no more pain .

the hatred the sickness the calling