Luyện nghe bài hát Cutsman

What's that? (Fire the gods)
I know.
glove...

THAT BASTARD,
his tricks and vile forms of play
hacking slicing mutilating
all that before him,
all that in his way.

Coming down the stairs.
wood cracks my feet,
my hand slips the rail
collecting dust on my tips.
I into a dark room
the smell of wet stone of years
there was a bubonic retard's blank empty stare...

LITTLE MAN
THE SIZE THAT I AM
SCISSORS ON HIS
ON HIS FUCKING HEAD!

Little man
-born without a
without that of reason-
the took control.
Little android
born a heart
if he's in your vicinity cut you apart!

Here he
bring it
just a game
Don't look back right behind
and here's your of mind.

(cut cut cut cut
cut cut CUT CUUTT!
CUT! CUT! CUT! CUT!
CUT! CUT! CUT! CUT!
CUT! CUT! CUT! CUT!
CUT! CUT! CUT! CUT!)

android man,
born a soul
without the of reason
the scissors control!
android man,
born a heart
if hes in your
cut you apart.
Counting it down until death counts on his fingers..
1 2 3 4
ANDROID MAN
NEVER- NEVER - NEVER A
LITTLE MAN
CUT CUT CUT CUT CUT

jeez, I love the power glove. so bad...