🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Society's Disposable Son - Beneath The Massacre

  DISPOSABLE SON
 
  air is humid and the floor's cold
 Prisoner
 Crime unknown
 Prisoner
 Awaiting my 
 Society's  son
 Outcast
 Grown apart
 Institutionalized since  one
 Society's unwanted 
 Raised by emotionless TV screen,  is everyone's crime
 Go ahead  the trigger if this is how you want it
 Anywhere but here is where I want to be right 
 I am the reflection of your mad world and 
 Anywhere but here is where  want to be right now
 Go ahead pull the trigger on your  creation
 When I'll leave, I'll  you right in the eyes
 Society's  son
 Outcast
 Grown apart
 The air  humid and the floor is cold
 Prisoner
 Crime unknown
 Sentenced, leaving with  eyes wide open