Luyện nghe bài hát Grotesqueries

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

Sycophants, we're blind
Feeding off each others'
Disgorging waste we find
Breeding our with each exhalation

Lambs to the
Feast of fools upon the
No l'oreil to behold
Just a drama to unfold

Gnarled within this coil
Within which the voracious toil
Enamored of our own
We revel in our own

Dissecting ourselves to find alive
Just a mass of animated pieces
within worthwhile to revive
We're mired in our own fetid feces

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

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

Twisted through this coil
Now our desserts are brought to a boil
Somewhere between the living and the
We gag on the of our grotesqueries

Too by consumption to see our own ends
all dead and only getting deader
Digging our own graves into we gladly descend
In cold coil we're shackled 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 ourselves on all the tripe and offal we can intake

Crass
Eschatological
We create each atrocities
In this

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