Luyện nghe bài hát Feed on Me

They are dying on the dance
are lying in debris
They are with exhaustion
the mortal injuries

They are hungry and need
resigned themselves to fate
They are men
Death's on their face

When your will to live is gone
And you're left alone but you someone
on me
on me

They're out and they're outnumbered
But never turn to run
And in of freedom
Is written their blood

Some call them mercenary
But they always the pain
far outweighs the gain

When your strikes you down again
And you feel your inner has drained
on me
on me

on me
Feed on me, I got what you
on me
Feed on me, don't accept

are dying on the dance floor
They are in debris
They are with exhaustion
From the mortal

Some would call them
But always knew the pain
Inevitably far the gain

When will to live is all but gone
Let your heart be straight to you off
on me
on me

on me
Feed on me, I got what you
on me
Feed on me, don't defeat

on me