Luyện nghe bài hát King Mob

King mob in a iceberg
Smoking water damaged
as he works your wasteland
Pulling punches that you met

in a listless air stream
Jets are breathing in his latex
True to form, he is scared to touch
And wasteland stays vandalized

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

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

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

Cold plus a wash of carbon
Drives his mind like an room
turning like a flawed stage whisper
King mob sings a lifeless

Surface
Pressure
mob

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

King mob at his withered
arcades run on secret oils
Flicks a switch and he's the God of
Pulls a handle and the spoils