Luyện nghe bài hát Volatile

Fuck the

They see me coming
faces twisted in shock
Now the fools gunning
To put our to the black
Sick of the
Sick of the
of the feeling
This of shame
Sick of folks privil eged and vain
Protesting a that isn't the same
Don't the false elites
nazi assholes march the streets
So call me a call me a fake
It's nothing to your pride and your hate

Dead and
There's are volatile
There's no room for you

Dead and
no room left for you
There's times are

This world is volatile

Fuck the

never see me coming
Sick of the
Sick of the
of them telling me it's immigrants
Sick of the on my phone screen
Sick of the NRA to scare me
Stop crying
Stop self-defense
Good men speak because they're scared of the violence
But bad men keep to fill up the silence

Dead and
There's times are
no room left for you

Dead and
There's no left for you
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This world is volatile

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