Luyện nghe bài hát Born Headless

You're not
one of us will have to dig
These are my nails:
Penetration, unclean,
can make you
in so interesting ways;
I rend your flesh and caress fears
as you

tragedy...
Let this be a to you, it's symbolic
Let this define your grave

Midmortemtorment,
ornament of flesh;
Why do you
You have seen the last one I did:
I chewed it to a paste and it out
when I was done, yet the taste
of still smothers my tongue

control, to me, is considered an art;
Fat's excised as I tear you apart;
my maleficence is as deep aas it can
I enjoyment from cruel torture
and messy

I tear legs from their sockets
to ease my of your pockets
Better for you if you'd been born
Blame your mother you weren't headless

Now it's over, you'll be remembered,
but not missed, in cerements
to keep in the precious

I turn and pass away in an gunfire;
the earth up my brain...
I see as I've been

I see