Luyện nghe bài hát In Lieu Of Dead Brides...Claustrofuckingphobic

Fucked on the gurney 'til black and blue,
by banshees who cackle and coo.
Who'd let a of blasphemous birth
his meat with the salt of the earth?
Cannons and condemn you to die,
and oh how the acolytes

"Lay them on the like dead virgins.
Goddess of the we praise thee.
Gloria.
For every one of our tortured
a thousand of sons will burn."

Fist through your gums like a five kiss.
A sad toothless suitor in post bliss.
Roll up dollar, and powder your nose,
you'll show up like semen on colored clothes.
and scalpel make a mockery of flesh,
and oh how the sing?

They're pointing, laughing, while he
his tormentors for one taste
of that wicked between her legs,
before it away,
and she away.