Luyện nghe bài hát Lift The Veil, Kiss The Tank

here comes the man with in his pocket.
here the man with a laser-guided rocket.
here comes the man with a fistful of pills so you can kill 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.
young machetes in lingerie us all into a frenzy.
his an empty hole full of quadriplegics.
here the man.
so you into 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 mouth's an empty room where wild woes sow.
young in lingerie charm us all into a frenzy.
his an empty hole full of quadriplegics.
they you for dead in the desert haunted with the ghosts of prostitutes.
they you!
want you!
dress my up in a low-cut dress.
lipstick on my charred french kiss.
dip my severed jaw in cheap cologne, push-up bras from snapped elbows.
but death's just death no how you dress it up.