Luyện nghe bài hát Lift The Veil, Kiss The Tank

here the man with concussions in his pocket.
here the man with a laser-guided rocket.
comes the man with a fistful of pills so you can kill with no remorse,
with no recourse, dance on your until it's a corpse.
war ends.
war begins.
up the hag of destitution!
his mouth's an empty room wild woes wander.
young machetes in lingerie us all into a frenzy.
his an empty hole full of quadriplegics.
here the man.
so you charge into battle, muscles rippling, tingling.
before you a shot a white flash feels up your flesh
and cloaks you in a robe of blood, maydays you in a of mud.
war ends.
war begins.
up the hag of destitution!
his mouth's an empty where wild woes sleep sow.
young machetes in lingerie us all into a frenzy.
his an empty hole full of quadriplegics.
they left you for dead in the desert haunted with the of prostitutes.
they you!
they you!
dress my corpse up in a dress.
drizzle lipstick on my charred kiss.
dip my severed jaw in cologne, push-up bras dangling from snapped elbows.
but death's death no matter how you dress it up.