Luyện nghe bài hát Grotesqueries

All the world's a corpse
And we are merely
on arrival is our only course
And if the toe fits, tag it

Sycophants, we're writhing
off each others' regurgitation
Disgorging whatever waste we
Breeding our degradation with exhalation

Lambs to the
Feast of upon the fodder
No trompe l'oreil to
Just a wretched to unfold

Gnarled within mortal coil
Within which the feebly toil
of our own disease
We revel in our own

Dissecting ourselves to find nothing
Just a mass of animated pieces
Nothing within worthwhile to
We're mired knee-deep in our own fetid

Gorging our jaws with our own pathological waste
Like grubs wriggling in the rank of decay
We grind our own bones into dust each step we take
As we unseeing through day after day

Consumer or
We all end up as and grume
Upon the mass we choke
Leaving us in no to appreciate the sick joke

Twisted through mortal coil
Now our unctuous desserts are brought to a
Somewhere the living and the deceased
We gag on the of our grotesqueries

Too by consumption to see our own ends
We're all dead and getting deader
Digging our own graves which we gladly descend
In this cold coil we're and fettered

As we ingest others' waste, in a frenzied feeding rush
everything sick and dead in our wake
Devouring each other in ravening, unheeding
As we gorge ourselves on all the and offal we can intake

Crass
estuary
We create each atrocities
In grotesquery

Asphyxiated by this mortal
Reaping fruits long since despoiled
Until our depraved lives at surcease
hunger for more grotesqueries