Luyện nghe bài hát Misfortune

Like cattle to the
He lures to their death
thoughts fill twisted mind
A crave for flesh

face, a lollipop
He them after school
Flat chested, pretty six old
The type that makes him

Lubricates his vile
Child to the bed
his rod, the pelvis snaps
Sheets stained and red

Frustration tears his mind
The pain in his brain, making him

His tool hosts, a magnitude of corpses
Torn and
meat strewn on the floor
From bodies slashed and

Sickened brain, repulsive
Feeble bodies apart
Finger with body fluids
Disgusting art

staring mad
Re-enacting horrid
Horrors of his made reality

More than flesh and blood can
uncontrolled
Feeble drifts away
Corpse lies and cold