Luyện nghe bài hát Psycroptipath

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

judgement reigns upon him from those in the chain

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

over-active substance reality insane-Psycroptipath
blindly he's controlled by fluid in his veins-Unnaturally
mentally he's swimming in a psychopathic Psycroptipath
now a summoning, by a stirring, revenge is his mask
the dark urges 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 of insanity are still directed
revenge is his and he knows his target
he sees two demons- leaving their
their place for torture- paid for their
controlling hundreds- in the daylight
A dark alley beckons- answer its call
his breath quickens- as does his
upon them in an instant, in his hand
reaction so slow- rips them to
Now their time- expired- they wasted life- dimmed
now they're powerless
flesh carved from the bones, insides
wished he'd heard 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 must rest his body is weakening,
temporarily by his mental state
As he returns home his mind is back in
and the judgement he is now coursing through his mind
turns in over in his head as he does this every
when he gets high from aural infliction of that music
he knows what he is wrong though it feels right,
but he will never feel guilt for in his he is the victim