Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Junkie

A shallow little jackal of a man as a hawk
opportunist
Lease the the gun, the bomb in the name of justice
A violent for what ails the nation
In for the pig

You'll not wrest the truth my hands
Eyes closed clarity
down in a grip so tight
On ordinary

Peering through a curtain of
or vengeance it matters
Not which as as the pig stays on top of the ladder of bone
His has built

to ashes to the dust
Eaten with ambivalence

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

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

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

Wrapped in swaddling and laid in a
Spoon fed doesn't even turn their stomachs
Gaping mouths yawn for more
needs to tip the nest
The pig as I sink deeper
misanthropic, waiting for my death

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