Luyện nghe bài hát Grotesqueries

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

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

Lambs to the
of fools upon the fodder
No trompe to behold
a wretched drama to unfold

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

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

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

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

Twisted this mortal coil
Now our desserts are brought to a boil
Somewhere between the and the deceased
We gag on the feast of our

Too consumed by to see our own ends
We're all dead and only deader
Digging our own graves into which we descend
In cold coil we're shackled and fettered

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

Crass
estuary
We each others' atrocities
In grotesquery

by this mortal coil
Reaping rancid fruits since despoiled
Until our depraved lives at last
We'll hunger for more