Luyện nghe bài hát Cassandra Geminni: Plant A Nail In The Navel Stream

There was a frail syrup off
His lap danced lapel, by her
Decrepit prowl she washed down the
soft as a mane of needles
His orifice icicles
By combing her torso to a
Perspired the trophy shelves room for his collapse
She was a mink hand job in sarcophagus

me to my knees
Read the lines
All my arms,
Bled me
Faucet in shadows
Spilling from lancet
Caressed fontanelle
I've to kill every last one
Every one
in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the
the floor
And out of your
Out of eyelids

No no light, in the darkest
Of furthest reaches
No there's no light, in the
Of your reaches

All your dreams, off
Leech by leech on this
will tell you, yes anyone
Chance had me setting a wire alarm
Your mother flirted disease
When she skinned that costume by its strings
in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms, onto the
And out of mouth
And out of your

No no light, in the darkest
Of furthest reaches
No there's no light, in the
Of furthest reaches
No there's no light, in the
Of furthest reaches

Shock shackles free you
face cons
abandon you
I won't feel not this

lest shackles free you
Volt cons
abandon you
I feel not this time

[c. (PHRA-MEN-MA)]

by brick, the night eclipsed
Pricked by thorns
Dried the sleep on nursery
Into this life I'm
Heaven's just a scab
I'd like to see you after just one

Sink your into the flesh of midnight
forever more,
Let see it has begun
The others I've

If you see the dice,
Charmed with its snaked eyes
You'll wear the widows
they're just your size
Behind the secretion,
Leaves a dry heave absorbs
A procreation,
Let the infant deformed
A bag replaced the breath of these sheets
And now the craving calls
I'll scratch my teeth

on and sing it now...

Sink your teeth the flesh of midnight,
Night more
Sink your teeth into the of midnight,
Night forever

She for the whispers,
flooded deaf tears
That night a river,
In her baron womb
And his multiple sons with mandible tongues
Set fires to petrified homes...
Let it

And the owls were watching
And the owls didn't
Then the owls a knocking,
in their stares
They feed on all the carnage,
from the flood
And in the of their eyes,
Fled L' Via
L' Via

Now the pieces floating,
all at dusk
Conceived the stabbing,
was Vismund

Twenty five in the lake tonight...