🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Excuses ( ft MYK ) - Epik High

  is killing my religion.
 Intuition is killing  religion.
 My religion is killing  religion.
 My  your religion.
 
 [Myk's Verse]
 Lungs blackened from this  that I'm breathing.
 Polluted phrases are the kill  the season.
 My ears bleed and in turn I  treasons,
 Weaving  a system that dubs realists as heathens.
 Like the  I'm 'chained' to, wicked words can be the devil in
  that thrive off of maiming you.
  who's blaming who?
 Never are  the ones.
 We point  finger at the skies and the chosen 'son'.
 
 Who's  blame. No remedy to cure this pain. (Over pain inside)
 No remedy to  this pain.
 Cuz  believe there's nothing there for me.
 
 All my  are killing my innocence.
 Cruel inventions are killing  innocence.
  innocence is killing your innocence.
 My innocence,  innocence.
 
 [Tablo's Verse]
 Blame it on terror.  error.
 The east and west  and the post-consumer era.
 The  the president. The air, the elements.
 Whatever's relevant  never look in to your mirror.
 What you  what you need is to be blameless.
  blame the DJ, it's the playlist. Cause blame is a slutty word.
 Ex-planation, ex-ecution, ex-cuse  the same 'ex'.
 
 Who's to blame. No remedy  cure this pain. (Over pain inside)
 No remedy to  this pain.
 Cuz I believe there's nothing there  me.
 
 [Mithra's Verse]
  don't wanna know the sinner.
  don't wanna know the killer.
  don't wanna know the sinner.
 You don't  know the killer. Because it's you.
 
 Television is  evolution.
 Medication is stalling 
  is stalling revolution. Evolution, revolution.
 
  the start of revolution.
 My decision,  start of revolution.
 Revolution, the  of evolution.
 Revolution, evolution.
 
 Who's to blame. No remedy to cure this pain. (Over  inside)
 No remedy to cure  pain.
 Cuz I believe there's nothing there for 
 
 Blame yourself.