Luyện nghe bài hát Misfortune

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

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

Lubricates his tool
tied to the bed
Rams his rod, the pelvis
Sheets stained and red

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

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

Sickened brain, repulsive
Feeble bodies torn
paints with body fluids
Disgusting art

Stark mad
Re-enacting dreams
Horrors of his mind made

More than flesh and can bear
uncontrolled
Feeble drifts away
lies still and cold