Luyện nghe bài hát Lift The Veil, Kiss The Tank

here the man with concussions in his pocket.
here comes the man with a rocket.
here comes the man with a fistful of so you can kill with no remorse,
with no recourse, on your conscience until it's a corpse.
war ends.
war begins.
up the hag of destitution!
his mouth's an empty room where woes wander.
young machetes in lingerie charm us all a frenzy.
his mouth's an hole full of quadriplegics.
comes the man.
so you charge into battle, muscles rippling, tingling.
before you fire a 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 room wild woes sleep sow.
young machetes in lingerie charm us all a frenzy.
his mouth's an empty hole of quadriplegics.
they left you for dead in the desert haunted the ghosts of prostitutes.
they you!
they you!
dress my corpse up in a dress.
drizzle lipstick on my french kiss.
dip my severed jaw in cheap cologne, push-up bras dangling snapped elbows.
but death's just no matter how you dress it up.