Luyện nghe bài hát King Mob

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

Controlled in a listless air
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 clothes like shredded hair
Dream escapes to a closet war
King mob in a smashed chair

gas for the walking wounded
Suffocating in a prayer
horses on a fading landscape
Break the but there is no air

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

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

Surface
Pressure
mob

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

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