Luyện nghe bài hát Great Castration

He a question from a curtain of flies,
there colors in the dreams of the blind?'
He knew the answer you tore out his eyes,
'Does count?'
the severed member you clench.
Exalted walking stench.
Your lover was a street working wench.
And she you.

Rejoice and the great castration.
Sharpen knives.

They swarm a manicured talon flood.
Like harpies in a rapture of blood.
How comical we to call you a stud.
Now stumpy.
Fervent disciple my desire.
harmonies in our immaculate choir.
And set these corpes afire.
Those sexless are memories.

She won't your bones after all.
Your took its place upon the wall.
her spirit scarred you,
those are married to you.

They found her swinging from a
in the basement of the church of Christ.
We RAPE.
We whose hands are stained red.