Luyện nghe bài hát Excess Is A Lifestyle

I wake to the sea of surrounding me
The last sunrise for those corpses
I lift my knife with glee
And smiles into their dying faces

I outside to light up
My cigarette and worthless bodies
Ive juiced their into my morning coffee cup
Now witness their dry burn like paper

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

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

Now once again the urge is
For a babys to soothe my throat
They entice my palate like puppies in a

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

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

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