Luyện nghe bài hát The Rip

Fuck genius. an artist?
Dead devoid of meaning. Let's drop them.
I where 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 slaves to radios. We're not worth to talk to.
is the pen that won't cauterize the wound.
Whose to follow?
It feels like your own. It's an insult. fallen for it.
It feels like your own. It's your anthem, as as its source.
The anemic. The pale, the sullen.
An evidence. I believed that shit.
Here, stuck in radios. No one's shit to talk to.
were my heroes.
Now all jokes.
is a rip. 'The scream that ignites the world?"
We're slaves to radios. not worth shit to talk to.
is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. Whose plan to follow?
It feels your own. Its an insult. You've fallen for it.
It feels like your own. It's anthem, as jaded as its source.
The is waiting.
And you follow like it if you did.
And it dropped you on head 'cause you took 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 barely hanging on to all your and dignity while you're rotting in hospitals.
believe it?
It's not your fault. You're worthless. You're one in a million.
Where s
The ornament, the holiday song whored out on reading materials in latrines and
Don't this.
not worthless.
It's us against and we can't take them all.
But we can them on.