Luyện nghe bài hát Role Martyr X

To find the to carry on.
You put marks into body;

You talk at length how alone,
And bitch at all the parties;

Such a of pure loneliness!
an image you profess!
Dontcha turn and away cuz,
Youre me depressed.

In youd never be alone,
You your cross around your body;

It was in bad
and gaudy;

Boy, are you

Youre a of the loneliness,
Add an to the press:
Ya and walk away,
cuz happily depressed;
Inventing your own loss,
You your own success;
Im you a name boy,
Youre poor Martyr-x;

a vision of our loneliness,
Like the one that
in other ways,
in lowliness,
Youre a for success,
I hope you find pain boy,
Our Role Martyr-X:

Get gun, get it?
Get gun, get it!
Get your gun, get
Get your gun and get from me!
Go!

One one, get it?
One one.
Is it one one,
Is it, one eats one to a way for me;

You are like me,
Just get from me,
To a way for me

So were the of your loneliness,
an image on TV;
Dont and walk away,
depressed so happily,
Inventing your own love lost, envisioning
I you die of pain, our
Poor Martyr-X:

In a loneliness,
a pattern that repeats;
I really to say but,
Theres a
Pontificating lost,
He bitches hes blessed;
living is in vain boy,
(Our Role Martyr-X);

I am the most humble man in the world.