Luyện nghe bài hát Phobophile

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

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

Fright mounts the body count
To which anthropomancy a decline
In all of creation,
Can there be a lifestyle better than this?

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

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

blotters,
My responses to inspire fear...
From my 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 they want;
I've known all by divine right.