Luyện nghe bài hát The Rip

Fuck genius. an artist?
Dead words devoid of meaning. Let's them.
I know they can go, but your neck is blocking the hole.
start from zero.
Now, close.
This is a rip: "The scream ignites the world?"
slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won't the wound.
Whose to follow?
It feels 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 shit 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. plan to follow?
It feels your own. Its an insult. You've fallen for it.
It feels like own. It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The is waiting.
And you follow it mattered if you did.
And it dropped you on your head 'cause you yourself for granted.
Heartless and headstrong. Jump over the bodies.
a race. It's an obstacle course.
Hide, but you'll never a choice when you go.
They would noticed you if they had known, but you're fucked.
They'll love you when you're gone,
or hanging on to all your organs and dignity while you're rotting in hospitals.
Don't it?
not your fault. You're just worthless. You're one in a million.
Where s
The ornament, the holiday song whored out on reading in latrines and porta-johns?
Don't this.
not worthless.
It's us against and we can't take them all.
But we can them on.