Luyện nghe bài hát Excess Is A Lifestyle

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

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

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

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

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

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

As the breaks like a childs defenceless femur
I the rich marrow for strength
To rip off feeble
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 need dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead,
Dead, dead,
Dead, dead,
I need blood, bones, tears
Blood, bones,
Blood, bones,
is my lifestyle (and it keeps me insane)