Luyện nghe bài hát Prod

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

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

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

receive the obvious
Line up cattle and cut the
Drain us of and cleanse the mess

Wash me off inside, me off inside

We're killing ourselves
we fucked up the circumstance,
Too late to save us ourselves,
minds against trust and confidence,
Too to give a damn now
Too late to 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 sit and wait

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

Emotion the the sickness the calling