Luyện nghe bài hát Pity For The Pious

The pour their pity pure
I can sell a cure
The flesh, the sweetest smell
I kiss the burnt in hell

I watch fallen boring fate
As you and you masturbate
I'm you but cannot feel
But one small and you will squeal

commits consume
Creep on to your closing

No welcome at your door
Not a light for whore
Not a word that I can
The stench of shit tells me you're

Constantly consume
on to your closing tomb

Your God is
God is waiting
Your terror
To no

God is gaping
Your God is
Your terror
To no

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

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

commits consume
Creep on to your tomb

Your God is
Your God is
terror rises
To no

God is gaping
Your God is
Your rises
To no

God is gaping
Your God is
terror rises
To no

God is gaping
Your God is
Your rises
To no