Luyện nghe bài hát King Mob

King mob in a iceberg
Smoking damaged cigarettes
as he works your wasteland
Pulling that you never met

Controlled in a air stream
Jets are breathing in his latex
to form, he is scared to touch them
And your stays vandalized

Success in a cut wardrobe
All the clothes loose like shredded
Dream to a closet class war
King mob in a smashed chair

Nerve gas for the walking
Suffocating in a prayer
Flaming horses on a fading
the surface but there is no air

King mob as he vents his
Throws a brick through the gates
on his wordless offspring
The population

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

stop
Pressure
mob

Faded wrists and the risks worth
Cleans his blade with he froze
Metal fed on foreign textures
Breaks his mind the things he knows

King mob at his console
Electric run on secret oils
Flicks a switch and he's the God of
a handle and the wasteland spoils