Luyện nghe bài hát Excess Is A Lifestyle

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

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

Murder is the air I
And my knife supplies me the pleasure I
My fresh victims have almost
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
Your pathetic are enslaved to my knees
to me, your master, your God

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

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

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

Murder is the air I
And my knife supplies me the pleasure I
My tolerance for the 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)