Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Blood

Bloody
like an old man
Only amongest the ruins and waste lands
Vision of
so splattered
Rampage with a staff like of old days
Blood and
Pray for a death
The sick world reborn and left in front of doorstep
Kill the

Climb
See what hand has in store for your brutal massacre
Better a death note
As the wicked man fear a bargain for your soul
In a portrait of a serial killer or dead
Try to muffle many of anguish within his head

In the blood (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many of blood? How many buckets of blood?
In the blood inside (I'm bleeding through cut)
How many buckets of blood? How many buckets of
More blood, more death, less in the streets
What they scream as they hover me in my dreams
blood, more death, less peace in the streets
What they scream as they hover me in my dreams

Now I'm a psycho with no mask on
Personality change disorder your whole
of the pieces I let 'em find
And captions written in inscribed behind
in the new temple describe the climb
And the video of me doing it to fuck up mind
Better retreat while you can or render in my
The with open hands of the unspeakable man
And now I own your growing
Your DNA has stolen, cloned,
And frozen and placed inside of the
guns are nothing
Better run from
That can summon you to knees and end all of your suffering

In the blood inside (I'm through every cut)
How many buckets of blood? How many buckets of
In the blood inside (I'm through every cut)
How many of blood? How many buckets of blood?
blood, more death, less peace in the streets
What scream as they hover over me in my dreams
blood, more death, less peace in the streets
What scream as they hover over me in my dreams

Sick to death capture left
Of a on a rampage leaving a bloody mess
No one can this evil that transcends
In my brain and in blood stains of your family and your
Friends ain't no
You can die the same way all partners did

Let the sun
Shed skin a snake
How they me
Visions of my beheading me
Fantasy, say I'm living in the
Talk a lot of shit and make sure every bit of loud
Evil's coming in the form of the
Bringing hell to devour all your horrible
the judgmental devil wanna make you bite your tongue
And push you to the where you truly don't give a fuck.

In the blood inside (I'm through every cut)
How many buckets of blood? How many buckets of
In the blood inside (I'm bleeding every cut)
How many buckets of How many buckets of blood?
More blood, more death, less in the streets
they scream as they hover over me in my dreams
More blood, more death, less peace in the
they scream as they hover over me in my dreams