Luyện nghe bài hát Prod

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

Cannot the obvious
Line up and cut the necks
Swat at the flies disgust

The inside us posturing,
The pollution of us suffocating me,
The science us menacing
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 ourselves
Goddamn we up the circumstance,
Too late to save us ourselves,
minds against trust and confidence,
Too late to give a now
Too late to us from ourselves, too late to make 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 the killing the ending the plight of man
no mercy expelling by god's hand,
It's okay the ending over no more pain .

the hatred the sickness the calling