Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Junkie

A shallow little of a man posing as a hawk
Conniving
the blade the gun, the bomb in the name of justice
A violent panacea for what the nation
In for the pig

not wrest the truth from my hands
Eyes never clarity
Clamped down in a grip so
On horror

Peering a curtain of blood
Retribution or it matters
Not which as long as the pig on top of the ladder of bone
His has built

to ashes to the dust
Eaten spiced with

The nation swallows it all
Weakened by collective neck in the noose

Commerce war
Jihad has come to both
Eye for an eye, for fire
Raining death as the crumble

This will never end, without a choice by the fiscal elite
War is set in by higher powers
A pissing contest for the
Left bankrupt we all die
As a couple jumps hand in hand to their

Wrapped in swaddling and laid in a
Spoon fed shit doesn't turn their stomachs
Gaping mouths yawn for abuse
Someone to tip the nest
The pig ascends as I deeper
Seething misanthropic, for my death

The pig ascends as I deeper
Seething misanthropic, for my death