Luyện nghe bài hát Pity For The Pious

The pious their pity pure
I can sell a little
The burning flesh, the sweetest
I kiss the angel burnt in

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

commits consume
Creep on to your tomb

No welcome at your door
Not a light for your
Not a word I can hear
The stench of shit tells me near

commits consume
Creep on to closing tomb

Your God is
God is waiting
Your rises
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
Dope in the mall
Mirror on the wall
Hold on tight, fuck you all

commits consume
Creep on to your closing

God is gaping
Your God is
Your rises
To no

God is gaping
Your God is
Your terror
To no

God is gaping
Your God is
Your rises
To no

Your God is
Your God is
terror rises
To no