Luyện nghe bài hát Pseudo

All our lives growing up, we are taught to respect the of life:
Honor they and father.
Listen when others talk.
Be prompt.
disrespect your elders.
lie.
Put forth your effort.
Don't or take drugs.
Sex at an early age is as well.

The moral sound correct, kind of like our president,
to protect us
Conceals the truth, we are creatures, living in a sheltered womb.

As I walk amongst genocide, liberty's burning
way to survive, missiles decorate the sky
Long gone are the days when we our hands to fight,
Fists our weapon of choice.
Now we're putting guns the hands of little boys
Suicidal bombers for a cause, nationally exposed internal flaws
Officials above the law, they get with murder.

All while their business rich
expect a top grossing movie about it
Martyrs become
The victims are about!

9/11 was a tragedy, the of it still burns inside me
Two days before my sister came to pass
No is impervious, from a terrorist attack
grieving I had to witness that
Pseudo-patriotism is
beyond the gloom, or the hate we groom.

We destroy all we
rather send death and debt to our future
Than and technology.

We live in a with a fever for physical death or it don't exist.

Than the possibility of life
Something can be seen now.

The strange things that our skies
Moving U.F.O.'s fly
pseudo friends, we always pretend.

The about it all, is
"I'll be deemed a for smoking weed"
Pseudo nugs infest my
wars will consume us all
Road rage will be the of man
So drink coffee
And get in a traffic jam.

[this songs is inspired by daily life, or bad.]
[guest by Keith (Deadspeak) and Dirk (Evulsion)]