Luyện nghe bài hát Prod

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

Cannot receive the
up cattle and cut the necks
Swat at the flies omit

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

Cannot the obvious
Line up and cut the necks
Drain us of and cleanse the mess

Wash me off inside, me off inside

We're killing killers
Goddamn we up the circumstance,
Too late to save us ourselves,
Callous against trust and confidence,
Too late to a damn now
Too to save us from ourselves, too late to make it all go away,
Too late to beg from 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 the ending the plight of man
no mercy expelling by god's hand,
It's okay the ending it's over no pain .

Emotion the the sickness the calling