Luyện nghe bài hát Dreamcatchers And Body Snatchers

Blood in! out!
THE FUCK UP! GET EM BOYS!

For every broken bone I ever suffered,
For every cutthroat cunt and gutless
Want to kick me when I'm
Want to stomp my head the ground?
You won't knock me off my two
I'm fuckin' built an animal!

BAD TO THE SINCE THE DAY I WAS BORN!

But got miles and miles
to go I sleep
My nose is bleeding, head is
I fuckin' help from grinning
I lost or am I winning?
Let's the score!

What are you looking
Hello, I don't know anymore!
I the story in my head
The pen and in my hand
I cannot to see this through from the beginning to the end

I writers block and blurry vision
as begins to blend in with fiction
It's hard to tell the difference my subconscious
Cleverly manifests itself characters such as these

I'm a gypsy rebel fighter and I got a soul
I've got a pocket of demons and my fists are made of stone
I've got the of a great white
And I've up quite an appetite
For all that mince-meat in between vertebrae you call a spine

I throw a mean hook
could stop a fuckin' truck!
And I've got seven reasons
Why you shouldn't your luck
Cause on my "Colors" album I showed you the flags I was flying
But if you listen enough you could see that I was trying to say

On the day I was
They say the heavens
Cause I was born with a of thorns on my head
And the hearts of a men in my chest!

I'm unstoppable!
Two fingers up and FUCK THE WORLD!
Oh yeah, I got my eye on you
and if I can't have you, will

1! 2! 3! 4!

I'm 22 years old and the fuck do I got to show?
I've got the skin on my and the muscles on my bones
My encase my heart, my heart protects my soul
So tell me the fuck he's got that I don't!?

Aside the slit throat, and the broken neck
gonna get if you don't start showing me some fucking respect, boy!

Keep it
Deep breath, breath

him!
And her!
And you too!
Fuck what you say when it what you do
I've served my penance and paid my dues
Not to suffer and the likes of you

I'm break, and when I do
I know that I'll blame you
But the truth is I
Am so sick of my fucking life, I want to die
You see I gave her my but she gave it back
So I took my little and I put her in a bag
Then I stomped her fuckin in
it blended with the floor

You'd be surprised how people shed a tear for a whore like you!

And at the funeral I was up the dance floor
Cause were playing my favorite song!
All long!
To my surprise, it was an
But the body in the coffin was
You see I right then
was the fuckin' end
I'd lost my fuckin' mind!

And the Desperado right then
true love, just ain't in the cards for men like him
It's a long and lonely we walk
But gotta do it

WHO YOU ARE!

Hello, Angel-baby I know anymore!
I have the story in my
The pen and in my hand
I cannot seem to see this through from the to the end

I suffer writers block and vision
as fact begins to blend in fiction
It's hard to the difference when my subconscious
Cleverly manifests itself into characters such as

Batter up! Batter up! on deck!
the blunt of this bat to the back of her head
Three swings, tries, if by chance she dies
First price is called self-respect

You see a whore is nothing more than a gutter a face
The apex of her ethics can be found between her
So I don't hesitate, no contemplate to send the to hell
You think I really give a fuck about a jail cell? (Hell naw)

My whole life is a
Yeah I'm alive but that mean that I'm living
In my chest lies a nest infested with war-monger
And the man in the is a self-destructing faggot
I fuckin' around this ain't a god damn joke
If I get this shit out I think I'm gonna fuckin choke!

Everybody claims to be hard but they've felt real pain
You see real's my middle name!

(To be continued)