Luyện nghe bài hát Phobophile

In the
a screaming 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 draw from the slowly dying
Monsters live behind my
I let them out and die.
And all the worms
That come for their of meat?
I them dead things..
The wretched living are alone

Fright mounts the body count
To which anthropomancy predicts a
In all of creation,
Can there be a lifestyle that's than this?

I mark my
With blood and excritement
And adipocere...
I can my way in the dark;
My fulfilment is habitually
And abusive..
Seen the eyes of a mortician

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

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

Of the authorities lies,
And my
Alability to and be me,
Or whoever they
I've known all minds by right.