Luyện nghe bài hát Empyrean Abbatoir

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

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

I've trying to quell my anger
And not feel bitter about all the darkness you
But there's always those

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

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

I I'll mix my medicine and explore it 'til I'm dull
You made my sky a graveyard and my moon a
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 notice your
Now just a system of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even feel the hateful vibing of faction
Now it's a system of subtraction
Whatever happened to style?
Now no one who you are
Now, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh

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

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