Luyện nghe bài hát The Rip

Fuck genius. an artist?
Dead words devoid of meaning. drop them.
I know they can go, but your neck is blocking the hole.
Let's start zero.
Now, close.
This is a "The scream that ignites the world?"
We're to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.
is the pen that won't cauterize the wound.
Whose plan to
It like your own. It's an insult. You've fallen for it.
It like your own. It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The anemic. The pale, the sullen.
An albums evidence. I that shit.
Here, stuck in radios. No one's worth to talk to.
These my heroes.
Now all jokes.
This is a rip. 'The that ignites the world?"
We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to to.
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. Whose plan to
It feels like own. Its an insult. You've fallen for it.
It feels like your own. your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The is waiting.
And you like it mattered if you did.
And it dropped you on your head 'cause you yourself for granted.
Heartless and headstrong. Jump right the bodies.
a race. It's an obstacle course.
Hide, but you'll never have a when you go.
They would have noticed you if they had known, but fucked.
only love you when you're gone,
or barely hanging on to all organs and dignity while you're rotting in hospitals.
Don't it?
It's not fault. You're just worthless. You're one in a million.
s god?
The ornament, the holiday whored out on reading materials in latrines and porta-johns?
believe this.
not worthless.
It's us against millions and we take them all.
But we can them on.