Luyện nghe bài hát Psycroptipath

Killing for the music and the music kills his
mentally he's screaming as his drives him insane

judgement reigns upon him from those higher in the

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

over-active makes reality insane-Psycroptipath
blindly he's by fluid flowing in his veins-Unnaturally
he's swimming in a psychopathic dream- Psycroptipath
now a summoning, seduced by a stirring, is his mask
the dark urges to kill, it excites him so
he will not be calm, until he sees the
his home and slips into the darkened nighttime,
prowls the streets intends to some suited satans
his of insanity are still directed
revenge is his motive and he his target
he sees two demons- leaving their
their place for torture- paid for pleasure
controlling hundreds- in the daylight
A dark alley beckons- they its call
his breath quickens- as his heart
upon them in an instant, knife in his
reaction so slow- rips to shreds
Now their time- expired- they wasted life- lights-
now they're powerless
flesh carved from the bones, insides
he'd heard them moan, he saw them bleed
Now he so mentally drained,
flow has stopped now is attained
he starts in the direction of his home,
his mind is in pieces but he feels so complete,
he must rest soon his is weakening,
ruined by his mental state
As he returns home his mind is in reality
and the judgement he inflicted is now through his mind
turns in over in his head as he does this night
he gets high from aural infliction of that pounding music
he what he does is wrong though it feels right,
but he will never guilt for in his mind- he is the victim