Luyện nghe bài hát King Mob

King mob in a plastic
Smoking water cigarettes
Observe as he works your
Pulling punches you never met

Controlled in a listless air
are breathing in his latex eyes
True to form, he is to touch them
And your wasteland stays

in a cut glass wardrobe
All the loose like shredded hair
Dream escapes to a closet war
mob in a smashed wheel chair

Nerve gas for the wounded
Suffocating in a sadists'
Flaming horses on a fading
Break the but there is no air

King mob as he vents his
a brick through the city gates
Backfires on his offspring
The disintegrates

Cold stream plus a wash of
Drives his mind an engine room
Cogs turning like a flawed whisper
King mob sings a tune

stop
Pressure
mob

Faded wrists and the worth taking
Cleans his blade with dreams he
Metal moments fed on foreign
his mind with the things he knows

King mob at his console
Electric arcades run on oils
a switch and he's the God of anger
Pulls a handle and the spoils