Luyện nghe bài hát The Rip

Fuck genius. an artist?
Dead devoid of meaning. Let's drop them.
I know where they can go, but neck is blocking the hole.
start from zero.
Now, close.
This is a rip: "The scream ignites the world?"
We're slaves to radios. not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won't the wound.
plan to follow?
It feels like your own. It's an insult. fallen for it.
It feels like your own. It's 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 worth shit to to.
were 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. Whose to follow?
It feels like your own. Its an insult. You've for it.
It feels like your own. It's your anthem, as as its source.
The is waiting.
And you follow like it if you did.
And it dropped you on your head 'cause you yourself for granted.
and headstrong. Jump right over the bodies.
Life's a race. It's an course.
Hide, but you'll never have a when you go.
would 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 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 whored out on reading materials in latrines and porta-johns?
believe this.
not worthless.
It's us against millions and we can't them all.
But we can them on.