Luyện nghe bài hát Phobophile

In the
With a triple amputee...
Its completion depends
On my needs...
Said stumps
Are my way of saying... "Thank you
Just for you."
Its fear better than its limbs.

of morality
I draw from the slowly dying
live behind my eyes;
I let out and people die.
And all the worms
That come for their piece of
I give them things..
The living are mine alone

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

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

"caught" me, as they call it;
My teeth and my semen have me..
Nevermore!
to gauge my rationale,
The likes of which feeble minds have
seen.

blotters,
My responses to inspire fear...
my lizard side,
The amoral speaks;
"These butterflies,
I see a I'd like to burn."

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