Luyện nghe bài hát Excess Is A Lifestyle

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

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

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

I am by the afternoon sun
To feed my craving 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 once again the is screaming
For a diaphragm to soothe my throat
They my palate like puppies in a blender

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

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

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