Luyện nghe bài hát King Mob

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

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

Success in a cut glass
All the clothes loose like hair
Dream to a closet class war
King mob in a wheel chair

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

King mob as he his anger
Throws a brick through the city
Backfires on his offspring
The population

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

Surface
drop
mob

Faded wrists and the risks taking
Cleans his blade with he froze
Metal moments fed on textures
Breaks his mind with the things he

King mob at his withered
Electric arcades run on oils
Flicks a and he's the God of anger
Pulls a handle and the wasteland