Luyện nghe bài hát Pity For The Pious

The pious pour their pity
I can a little cure
The burning flesh, the smell
I the angel burnt in hell

I watch your boring fate
As you sweat and you
I'm you but cannot feel
But one small poke and you will

commits consume
Creep on to your tomb

No whiskey welcome at door
Not a light for your
Not a word I can hear
The of shit tells me you're near

Constantly commits
on to your closing tomb

Your God is
God is waiting
Your terror
To no

God is gaping
Your God is
terror rises
To no

Mirror on the wall
are in the hall
Mirror mirror on the
Take off blindfold, face them all

Mirror on the wall
bonanza in the mall
Mirror mirror on the
Hold on tight, I'll you all

commits consume
Creep on to your tomb

God is gaping
Your God is
Your rises
To no

God is gaping
Your God is
Your rises
To no

Your God is
Your God is
Your rises
To no

Your God is
Your God is
terror rises
To no