Luyện nghe bài hát Lift The Veil, Kiss The Tank

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