Luyện nghe bài hát We Who Finish Last

We no shadow;
The do not shine here.
Be content to light own path.
And what you have crossed-
The were frail,
The people, pretended.

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forth with the light of the inflamed.
Reclaim and the sky.
Brightly to
Rip off the veneers opportunists to thrive.
Dam the rise of and rats.

More sickening than a social circle that itself charmed.
Are the writhing droves of hards and yes men
Clamoring to in.
Stay on the outside.

We are who last, the unaffected,
Contrasting the and white.
We are who finish last-sound,
The iron to teeth,
The on saccharin.
We who last,
in their darkness,
Lit from

hands grabbing for brass rings,
Painting their gold.
sycophants fitly scheming-
Furthering the of their adored.
They picked their enemies impeccably.
keen indeed.

And so the scorned...

We are but beds of thorns and dark horses,
Unwelcome guests who will just not mind place-
A musket ball to pierce and lodge inside
and the circle to crack.

We cast no
The do not shine here.
No genuine to be found.
Only rays of cold, synthetic on a mock aristocracy,
So the vain and insecure can feel revered and for
For a cheap, moment.
noble.

Storm forth the light.
We who finish
in our darkness,
Lit within.

in the chest,
To be concerned for the needs of heartless men.