Luyện nghe bài hát Psycroptipath

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

judgement reigns upon him from those in the chain

urges burning deep inside to go against the
They take it all away, drones who control his life
programmed to his soul,
those dressed in taking hold
masters of his life, though only 'til five,
day is just as the night, each day as it ends, it is the start
from that place, he again becomes alive
enters a called home, to rest his bones
turns to his device, brings it to life
It fills him- soothes his
Hears the blast, feels the beat, soaks in grind- cleans his
echoes the scream, his seat, feels his heart-beat faster
he's so warm-but unstable-his rhythms beat unleashed
Something's ten-fold when he does this every night

over-active makes reality insane-Psycroptipath
blindly he's controlled by flowing in his veins-Unnaturally
mentally he's swimming in a psychopathic Psycroptipath
now a summoning, seduced by a stirring, revenge is his
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 streets to find some suited satans
his moments of insanity are directed
is his motive and he knows his target
he sees two demons- leaving day-nest
their for torture- paid for their pleasure
controlling gods in the daylight
A dark alley beckons- they its call
his breath quickens- as his heart
upon in an instant, knife in his hand
so slow- rips them to shreds
Now time- expired- they wasted life- dimmed lights-
now essentially- powerless
flesh carved from the bones, exposed
wished heard them moan, he saw them bleed
Now he so mentally drained,
has stopped now revenge is attained
he stumbling in the direction of his home,
his mind is in pieces but he still so complete,
he rest soon his body is weakening,
temporarily ruined by his state
As he home his mind is back in reality
and the judgement he is now coursing through his mind
turns in in his head as he does this every night
when he gets high from aural infliction of that pounding
he knows what he does is wrong though it right,
but he will never feel guilt for in his mind- he is the