Luyện nghe bài hát Excess Is A Lifestyle

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

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

is the air I breathe
And my knife me the pleasure I need
My fresh have almost expired
I need more dead, dead,
Excess is my (and it keeps me sane)

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

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

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

As the dawn breaks a childs defenceless femur
I the rich marrow for strength
To rip off phalanges
dance on my eager tongue

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