Luyện nghe bài hát The Rip

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