Luyện nghe bài hát Prod

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

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 us menacing
The that's inside of us its dying end is coming

Cannot receive the
Line up cattle and cut the
Drain us of life and the mess

Wash me off inside, me off inside

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

Now we'll sit and

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

Emotion the hatred the sickness the