Luyện nghe bài hát Misfortune

Like cattle to the
He them to their death
Morbid thoughts fill mind
A crave for flesh

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

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

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

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

brain, repulsive lusts
Feeble bodies torn
Finger paints body fluids
abstract art

Stark mad
Re-enacting dreams
Horrors of his mind reality

More than and blood can bear
Raging
Feeble drifts away
Corpse lies still and