Luyện nghe bài hát Lift The Veil, Kiss The Tank

here comes the man concussions in his pocket.
here the man with a laser-guided rocket.
here comes the man with a fistful of so you can kill with no remorse,
with no recourse, dance on your conscience until a corpse.
war ends.
war begins.
up the hag of destitution!
his mouth's an empty where wild woes wander.
young machetes in charm us all into a frenzy.
his mouth's an empty hole of quadriplegics.
here 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 of blood, maydays you in a ship 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 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.
want you!
they 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 dangling from elbows.
but death's death no matter how you dress it up.