Luyện nghe bài hát Divine Object of Hatred

They've me
tied my hands with rope
And now they drag me up the
A woman is struggling to me in my skull
If she could she kill me again
I can see her shine
As she at my dirt covered eyes so blind
Oh mother they hate me so
The real
And now it's

They sit me
Stare up and threats at my nakedness
Their tongues are hanging out of their mouths
I hope they tear me limb from limb
So noise
So hatred
So violence
love me
Oh they'd kill to me
They'd have to me
hatred's pure, I am devine

When you kick me / when you me
When you me / when you break me
you cut me / I am devine
Your devine of hatred

me how you really are
Show me how you really
Let me know you care
Let me your hatred's real
I trust you you hate me
me with all your heart
It's why I'm
I'm your devine object of

You me
I can see it's real
You do to me
That you never thought you
You me
You'll know what I feel
you bring me
I never thought you
Give me
Make me
High on your
I am