Luyện nghe bài hát Misfortune

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

Friendly face, a
He them after school
chested, pretty six year old
The type makes him drool

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

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

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

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

Stark mad
Re-enacting dreams
Horrors of his made reality

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