Luyện nghe bài hát Empyrean Abbatoir

Winter isn't much here, just a centigrade
Though the grass is olive jaundiced and the branches flayed
Oh-oh, the poplar branches

Before hysterical silence, you came rapping at my door
With body as a sacrament, your mind a killing floor
Oh-oh, your mind a floor

I've been trying to my anger
And not feel about all the darkness you gave
But there's those that

as [?], you tried to kill what you couldn't reign
And now back in Knoxville masturbating your father's pain
Oh-oh, masturbating your father's

Stealing from his aureation of
I repeat the wickedness to force out of you
But it never as deeply as I want it to

I I'll mix my medicine and explore it 'til I'm dull
You made my sky a and my moon a funeral
Oh-ooh-oh, my moon a
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh,
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh,

Now it's just a of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even turn around to your reaction
Now it's a system of subtraction, oh yeah!
I even feel the hateful vibing of your faction
Now it's just a system of
Whatever to your style?
Now no one who you are
Now, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh

You once beloved by my people
Now bad luck to even say your name
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
When I see you, it so awkward
I try to be cool, but it's such a
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

I waited for you on our feral streets, smelling people's piss
I bet you you see me backwards, babe
You ain't even the Blikk Fang, babe
It's not acrimonious, now it's systems of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even turn around to at your reaction
Now it's just a of subtraction
Whatever to your style?
Now no one who you are
You used to my broken throne
Now you flat alone
Now, oh oh oh oh