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 of pills 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 room where wild woes wander.
machetes in lingerie charm us all into a frenzy.
his mouth's an empty full of quadriplegics.
here the man.
so you charge into battle, rippling, tanks tingling.
before you fire a shot a white flash feels up 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 with the of prostitutes.
they you!
want you!
dress my corpse up in a dress.
lipstick on my charred french kiss.
dip my severed jaw in cheap cologne, push-up dangling from snapped elbows.
but just death no matter how you dress it up.