Luyện nghe bài hát The Insult Circus

from the very I heard your deceit and subtle lies
from the moment you shocked me I burned to question: why?
why? why do you insist, you persist in blasphemy of my Lord and
take your opinions and empty home and rot
your is so perverted
nausea grips my stomach...I I'm gonna vomit
and to think I once part in the narrowmindedness of a hardened heart

why the insults to my
there is no point support
God for faults of men
you don't even
some point or shock effect
who do you
you profit off pain
and bite the hand that seeks to aid
motive: ego...knowledge: who
solution: zero...your goal: oh so

and the "millions of dead"
whoever you are mumbling and about today
your music's and you're outspoken
but you have little or to say
and the boys south of heaven
who knock t.v. preachers every other word
you come off so and charge $20+ for a t-shirt
hypocrisy breath holds
deception reeks and bold
you don't care anyone but yourself
you couldn't less if I rot in hell
me or else.

and the band after the cow disease
so proud if you're without sin go ahead
cast your two cents in and the bands in the
berkley mag on the of the insult circus
of all the wrongs you slag the and lose us to your purpose
if you're so wise then solve my
you ask more (and more, and more, and...)
needless and my troubles double
us something we can use
you serve to confuse

this song is meant to directly
to those who of God
though know so little of him