Luyện nghe bài hát 44 Magnum Opus

Can't withhold my
Won't control my rage, my blood lust be sated
I'm and loaded and ready to engage
everything I've ever hated

A motherfucking Van Gogh a gun
to paint his masterpiece
Blow the world oblivion
Paint the blood of the diseased

away, put your body on display
Build myself a of decay
A symphony written in human
Art and murder true

No appeal, no, I got a raw
I don't give a
One thing is clear, I've got a ear
You better shut your mouth and

When I get a taste of everyone to waste
My hunger subside
I won't ever stop till the last body
Let the bullet be my

The of vice
In my paradise
A of gore, my .44 Magnum
My .44 opus

Bodies are the canvas, is the vision
For my greatest of art
I'm my own inquisition
Tearing everything

I'm building a to horror
A so divine
Remembrance to those massacred
is the grand design

People will stare in and awe
they see what I've created
Still life, no life and raw
The world be captivated

Never have they seen so ambitious
Like nothing before
A work so terrible and
A of gore