Luyện nghe bài hát Meat for a Queen

Meat for a
in wooden silence
Throw grubsteaks on the plate
congregation
Count the in your face
Prophet preaches
heresy
And your falsities and your
And your sexuality

You can't anything that happened yesterday...now is the only thing that's

The sky was purple and my were red
I fell from the firmament upon my
Was it something something I said?
One day people gonna make me

Caught in dream
Can't hear me
It's variation on my theme
I'm fiend
I'm for a queen
My hair runs black and my go green

You can't anything. You can't prove anything

You don't need worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful
god is cerebral masturbation
And satan is sorry excuse

fuck fuck fuck
You can't anything that happened yesterday...now the only thing that's

You don't your worthless mortal body
is just a pitiful noose
Your god is cerebral
And is your sorry excuse

You need your worthless mortal body
You don't your worthless mortal body
You don't your worthless mortal body
Belief is a pitiful noose

You prove anything