Luyện nghe bài hát Empyrean Abbatoir

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

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

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

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

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

I think I'll mix my medicine and explore it I'm dull
You made my sky a graveyard and my moon a
Oh-ooh-oh, my moon a
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 around to notice your reaction
Now it's just a of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even feel the hateful of your faction
Now it's 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 by my people
Now it's bad luck to even say name
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
When I see you, it feels so
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 people's piss
I bet you you see me backwards, babe
You ain't even seen the Fang, babe
not acrimonious, now it's only systems of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even 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 flat
Now, oh oh oh oh