Luyện nghe bài hát Empyrean Abbatoir

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

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

I've been trying to my anger
And not feel bitter about all the darkness you
But always those that

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

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

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

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

You were once beloved by my
Now it's bad to even say your name
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 people's
I bet you think you see me backwards,
You ain't even the Blikk Fang, babe
It's not acrimonious, now it's only of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even turn around to look at reaction
Now it's a system of subtraction
Whatever happened to style?
Now no one who you are
You to share my broken throne
Now you sing flat
Now, oh oh oh oh