Luyện nghe bài hát Phobophile

In the
With a triple amputee...
Its depends solely
On my needs...
amputee's stumps
Are my way of saying... "Thank you
Just for you."
Its tastes better than its limbs.

of morality
I from the slowly dying damned
live behind my eyes;
I let out and people die.
And all the grave
That for their piece of meat?
I give them things..
The wretched are mine alone

Fright mounts with the body
To which predicts a decline
In all of creation,
Can there be a that's better than this?

I mark my
With blood and excritement
And adipocere...
I can find my way in the
My fulfilment is necromanic
And abusive..
Seen through the eyes of a

They've "caught" me, as call it;
My and my semen have betrayed me..
Nevermore!
Tests to my rationale,
The likes of which these feeble have
seen.

blotters,
My to which inspire fear...
my lizard side,
The amoral alien
"These butterflies,
I see a face I'd to burn."

Of the with lies,
And my
to charm and be me,
Or whoever want;
I've known all by divine right.