Luyện nghe bài hát Excess Is A Lifestyle

I wake to the sea of bodies me
The sunrise for those soon-to-be corpses
I lift my knife with glee
And carve smiles into dying faces

I step to light up
My cigarette and their bodies
Ive juiced their blood into my coffee cup
Now witness their dry shells burn paper

is the air I breathe
And my knife supplies me the pleasure I
My victims have almost expired
I need dead, dead, dead
is my lifestyle (and it keeps me sane)

I am by the afternoon sun
To feed my internal craving for
Watch your lips beg at the of my gun
Your pathetic species are to my knees
to me, your master, your God

Now once again the is screaming
For a diaphragm to soothe my throat
They entice my like puppies in a blender

is the air I breathe
And my supplies me the pleasure I need
My fresh victims almost expired
I need dead, dead, dead
Excess is my lifestyle (to the flames you be wed)

As the dawn breaks like a defenceless femur
I suck the rich marrow for
To rip off feeble
They dance on my tongue

Murder is the air I
And my knife supplies me the I need
My tolerance for the living has
I need dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead,
Dead, dead,
Dead, dead,
I more blood, bones, tears
Blood, bones,
Blood, bones,
Excess is my (and it keeps me insane)