Luyện nghe bài hát Empyrean Abbatoir

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

Before your hysterical silence, you 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 bitter about all the darkness you
But there's always those

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

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

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

Now just a system of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even around to notice your reaction
Now it's just a of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't feel the hateful vibing of your faction
Now it's just a system of
Whatever happened to your
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, other people's piss
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 a system of subtraction
Whatever happened to your
Now no one who you are
You to share my broken throne
Now you sing alone
Now, oh oh oh oh