Luyện nghe bài hát Profane Martyr

Suppurated boils your face
down your chin, superabundant
Pus
Epileptic scraggly limbs leave a impression
to a wooden cross
Like thumbtacks to a

I you a martyr
hundreds before
Picking you off the streets
The of a crackhead junkie

Crown of thorns placed on your now
Piercing through your skull
up the stench of blood
Profane creation, added to my

I made you a
hundreds before
I head vigilante
Exalted all law