Luyện nghe bài hát Prod

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

receive the obvious
Line up cattle and cut the
Swat at the flies disgust

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

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

me off inside, wash me off inside

We're ourselves killers
we fucked up the circumstance,
Too late to save us ourselves,
Callous minds against and confidence,
Too late to give a now
Too late to save us from ourselves, too to make it all go away,
Too to beg pardons from 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 the ending it's over no more pain .

Emotion the hatred the the calling