Luyện nghe bài hát Meat for a Queen

Meat for a
Fornicators in wooden
Throw grubsteaks on the plate
Supplication
the creases in your face
Prophet hypocrisy
Disemboweling
And your falsities and falsities
And your sexuality

You prove anything that happened yesterday...now is the only thing that's

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

Caught in dream
hear me scream
It's another variation on my
I'm omnipotent
I'm for a queen
My hair black and my eyes go green

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

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

Fuck fuck fuck
You prove anything that happened yesterday...now the only thing that's

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

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

You can't prove