Luyện nghe bài hát Empyrean Abbatoir

Winter much here, just a flinching centigrade
Though the grass is olive jaundiced and the poplar flayed
Oh-oh, the poplar branches

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

been trying to quell my anger
And not feel about all the darkness you gave
But always those that

Just as [?], you tried to kill what you reign
And now back in Knoxville masturbating your father's pain
Oh-oh, masturbating your pain

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

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

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

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

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