Luyện nghe bài hát Meat for a Queen

for a Queen
Fornicators in silence
Throw grubsteaks on the offering
congregation
Count the in your face
Prophet preaches
Disemboweling
And your falsities and your
And falsified sexuality

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

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

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

You can't prove anything. You prove anything

You don't need worthless mortal body
is just a pitiful noose
Your god is masturbation
And satan is your sorry

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

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

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

You prove anything