Luyện nghe bài hát Prod

Emotions us troubling,
The inside us escalating,
The inside us keeps us weak,
The masses inside of us suffering 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 omit disgust

The inside us posturing,
The inside of us suffocating me,
The inside us menacing
The will inside of us its dying end is coming

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

Wash me off inside, wash me off

We're killing killers
we fucked up the circumstance,
Too late to us from ourselves,
minds against trust and confidence,
Too late to a damn now
Too late to save us ourselves, too late to make it all go away,
Too to beg pardons 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
no mercy expelling by god's hand,
It's okay the ending over no more pain .

Emotion the the sickness the calling