Luyện nghe bài hát Psycroptipath

Killing for the music and the music his pain-Psycroptipath
mentally he's screaming as his drives him insane

judgement upon him from those higher in the chain

urges burning deep inside to go against the
They take it all away, those drones who control his
to deaden his soul,
those dressed in suits taking
masters of his life, only nine 'til five,
day is as the night, each day as it ends, it is only the start
returning from that place, he again becomes
enters a place called home, to his bones
to his music device, brings it to life
It fills him- soothes his
Hears the blast, feels the beat, soaks in cleans his mind
echoes the scream, grips his seat, feels his heart-beat
he's so warm-but unstable-his changed-a beat unleashed
Something's flowing ten-fold when he does every night

over-active substance makes reality
he's controlled by fluid flowing in his veins-Unnaturally
mentally he's in a psychopathic dream- Psycroptipath
now a summoning, seduced by a stirring, is his mask
feels the dark to kill, it excites him so
he will not be calm, until he the flow
leaves his home and slips the darkened nighttime,
prowls the intends to find some suited satans
his of insanity are still directed
revenge is his motive and he his target
he sees two demons- leaving their
their for torture- paid for their pleasure
controlling hundreds- in the daylight
A alley beckons- they answer its call
his quickens- as does his heart
them in an instant, knife in his hand
reaction so slow- them to shreds
Now their time- expired- they wasted life- dimmed
now they're essentially-
flesh carved from the bones, exposed
he'd heard them moan, he saw them bleed
Now he feels so drained,
flow has now revenge is attained
he starts stumbling in the of his home,
his mind is in pieces but he feels so complete,
he must soon his body is weakening,
ruined by his mental state
As he home his mind is back in reality
and the judgement he is now coursing through his mind
turns in over in his head as he does this night
when he gets high from infliction of that pounding music
he knows what he does is though it feels right,
but he will never guilt for in his mind- he is the victim