Luyện nghe bài hát Misfortune

Like cattle to the
He lures them to their
Morbid thoughts fill twisted
A for tearing flesh

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

Lubricates his vile
tied to the bed
Rams his rod, the pelvis
Sheets brown and red

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

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

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

staring mad
Re-enacting horrid
Horrors of his made reality

than flesh and blood can bear
Raging
Feeble drifts away
Corpse lies and cold