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 from 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.
Whose to follow?
It feels like your own. It's an insult. fallen for it.
It feels like own. It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The anemic. The pale, the sullen.
An albums evidence. I believed shit.
Here, stuck in radios. No one's shit to talk to.
These my heroes.
Now all jokes.
is a rip. 'The scream that ignites the world?"
We're slaves to radios. We're not shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. plan to follow?
It feels like 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 like it mattered if you did.
And it you on your head 'cause you took yourself for granted.
Heartless and headstrong. Jump over the bodies.
Life's a race. an obstacle course.
Hide, but never have a choice when you go.
They have 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 organs and dignity while rotting in hospitals.
believe it?
It's not your fault. just worthless. You're one in a million.
Where s
The ornament, the holiday song whored out on reading in latrines and porta-johns?
believe this.
not worthless.
It's us millions and we can't take them all.
But we can take on.