Luyện nghe bài hát Empyrean Abbatoir

Winter isn't here, just a flinching 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 killing

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

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

Stealing from his aureation of
I repeat the wickedness to reactions 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 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 it's just a of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even turn around to notice reaction
Now it's a system of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even feel the 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 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 a drag
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

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