Luyện nghe bài hát Cutsman

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

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

around down the stairs.
wood cracks my feet,
my hand across the rail
collecting dust on my tips.
I came into a dark
the smell of wet of many years
then there was a bubonic retard's empty stare...

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

Little man
-born without a
without force of reason-
the scissors control.
Little man-
born without a
if he's in your he'll cut you apart!

he comes
bring it
it's just a
Don't look back right behind
and your piece 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!)

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

I love the glove. It's so bad...