Luyện nghe bài hát Meat for a Queen

Meat for a
in wooden silence
Throw on the offering plate
congregation
Count the creases in face
Prophet hypocrisy
Disemboweling
And your falsities and falsities
And falsified 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 make me dead

Caught in this
Can't hear me
It's another variation on my
I'm fiend
I'm meat for a
My hair runs black and my eyes go

You can't prove anything. You prove anything

You don't need your mortal body
Belief is a pitiful noose
god is cerebral masturbation
And satan is your excuse

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

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

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

You prove anything