Luyện nghe bài hát Pity For The Pious

The pious pour their pure
I can sell a cure
The burning flesh, the sweetest
I kiss the angel in hell

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

Constantly consume
Creep on to your tomb

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

Constantly consume
Creep on to your tomb

Your God is
Your God is
terror rises
To no

Your God is
God is waiting
Your terror
To no

Mirror mirror on the
Doberman's are in the
Mirror on the wall
off that blindfold, face them all

Mirror mirror on the
Dope in the mall
Mirror mirror on the
Hold on tight, fuck you all

Constantly consume
Creep on to closing tomb

God is gaping
Your God is
Your terror
To no

Your God is
Your God is
Your rises
To no

God is gaping
Your God is
Your rises
To no

God is gaping
Your God is
Your terror
To no