Luyện nghe bài hát Prod

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

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

The leaders us posturing,
The inside of us suffocating me,
The science inside us
The that's inside of us its dying 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 ourselves killers
Goddamn we up the circumstance,
Too late to save us ourselves,
minds against trust and confidence,
Too late to a damn now
Too late to us from ourselves, too late to make it all go away,
Too late to beg pardons from the mother, too 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 mercy expelling by hand,
It's okay the ending over no more pain .

the hatred the sickness the calling