Luyện nghe bài hát Misfortune

Like cattle to the
He lures to their death
Morbid fill twisted mind
A crave for tearing

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

his vile tool
Child to the bed
Rams his rod, the pelvis
stained brown and red

Frustration tears his apart
The in his brain, making him insane

His tool hosts, a magnitude of corpses
and scattered
Bloodied meat on the floor
From slashed and tattered

Sickened brain, repulsive
Feeble torn apart
Finger paints body fluids
Disgusting art

staring mad
Re-enacting horrid
of his mind made reality

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