Luyện nghe bài hát The Abominations of Those Virtuous

We rely on subtle points and stabs at humor
To reveal our tired roles of slave and
Who did you enlighten today to sell your point of view
Create and image for mass consumption as intellect

See your soul in your eyes hope trophies will not mind
I'm sick of this grain of salt that I must take you
I want to out but I bite my lip
The talk older and the lines get stale

Your at godliness has already failed
You can't deny your thirst and drive for your in the spotlight
Why are you so damned sure that you your friends out
I have learned to shut out every hateful

You'll never see the you've lost
From your transparent mask
I haven't grown to hate you I've just grown to you
You label me class and station your intellectual masturbation

You're intoxicated with your own mouth running in circles
Your always tends to lose it
chance you get you abuse it
You now spent a lifetime killing time

I'm sick and tired of your reaction why you shut the fuck up
And when you discover just how it is to impress
Without demanding attention for no reason maybe believe me
Your own will to power has back to haunt you