Luyện nghe bài hát Empyrean Abbatoir

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

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

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

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

Stealing from his of filth
I the wickedness to force reactions out of you
But it hurts as deeply as I want it to

I think mix my medicine and explore it 'til I'm dull
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 just a system of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even turn around to notice reaction
Now just 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
When I see you, it so awkward
I try to be cool, but it's a drag
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

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