Luyện nghe bài hát King Mob

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

Controlled in a listless air
Jets are breathing in his eyes
to form, he is scared to touch them
And your wasteland vandalized

Success in a cut wardrobe
All the clothes like shredded hair
Dream escapes to a closet war
King mob in a wheel chair

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

mob as he vents his anger
Throws a brick through the city
on his wordless offspring
The disintegrates

Cold stream 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 and the risks worth taking
Cleans his blade with dreams he
Metal fed on foreign textures
Breaks his mind with the he knows

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