Luyện nghe bài hát Misfortune

Like to the slaughter
He them to their death
Morbid thoughts twisted mind
A crave for tearing

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

Lubricates his tool
tied to the bed
Rams his rod, the snaps
Sheets brown and red

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

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

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

staring mad
Re-enacting dreams
Horrors of his made reality

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