Luyện nghe bài hát Annihilist

A nihilist, turned..

ANNIHILIST...

Kinda new to the scene not so much to the workings, darkness, swallowed up the of me without apology; so now im heartless...

Cancer-Dancer; Crazy as a Mujahideen.. Fucked in a graveyard?? I bet you know the answer.. I know that's just a bit obscene...these words are birthed of memory, they culminate the life of me..and vicariously.. makes me a necromancer. Romance is but a fancy word for magic. Foreplay with soul, finish in the dirt.. And where a curse would heal...This kiss will kill...
to anything, especially the mainstream; I really get my kicks that way..
I'm surrounded by drones and robots; programmed minds that work slowly but sure enough, spoon-fed minds; the spoons feed but sewage.. Do what told like good little puppets...Lest, gaze at the villain for playing the nonconformist...
Rebel to anything, especially the mainstream; I get my kicks that way..
Everything falls apart, I'm not a number...Forgotten memories are the seekings of our beings, i seen the scenes of from flesh to machines;
your face, enjoy it while you have one..
In my right mind, heaven; In the side, Armageddon..
Apparition on a
White as night, life of fight, got a mother fucking heart, that is daughter fucking cold, as a frozen block of water..Popular Culture? Get with the media, suck their fucking tits as you grasp they feedin ya...hip hop's been dead, these gangsta's are wankers...rock stars are not stars; Be your own god
it what you want, when i admit that which you won't.
Im not a maniac.. Im just a fucking psychopath and an iconoclastic bandit whos been demanded to be severed from the strings which swing off gods hands.the same one created by manwho created plan just to rule the land; just to take your landits all about grab and brag, power and control, I guess you didnt know even Christ has a price on his soulthe highest bidder is the killer
Killer, killing...im adept at gravefilling. Got a that Ill never leave... im like a timesheet, I punch in...Grinding! I punch out, and Im Flossing...all heavily like, well not really.
Who the fuck do you know...Sheeps to shepards..Im a wolf.. Contend with with me, I'll slay your persona...the wouldn't wanna...my aura's calm as rain, but I STRIKE LIKE LIGHTNING!
Soul an opera, my words are libretto. They stab like stiletto. More go than bloodflow: Fresh wound, clean blow..
Who the do you know....
..