Luyện nghe bài hát Psycroptipath

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

judgement reigns upon him those higher 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 in suits taking hold
of his life, though only nine 'til five,
day is just as the night, each day as it ends, it is only the
from that place, he again becomes alive
enters a called home, to rest his bones
to his music device, brings it to life
It fills him- soothes his
the blast, feels the beat, soaks in grind- cleans his mind
echoes the scream, his seat, feels his heart-beat faster
he's so unstable-his rhythms changed-a beat unleashed
Something's flowing ten-fold he does this every night

over-active makes reality insane-Psycroptipath
blindly controlled by fluid flowing in his veins-Unnaturally
mentally he's in a psychopathic dream- Psycroptipath
now a summoning, by a stirring, revenge is his mask
feels the dark to kill, it excites him so
he not be calm, until he sees 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 day-nest
their place for torture- paid for their
controlling hundreds- gods in the
A dark beckons- they answer its call
his breath quickens- as does his
upon in an instant, knife in his hand
reaction so slow- them to shreds
Now their time- expired- wasted life- dimmed lights-
now essentially- powerless
flesh carved the bones, insides exposed
wished he'd heard them moan, he saw bleed
Now he feels so drained,
has stopped now revenge 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,
temporarily ruined by his mental
As he returns 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 infliction of that pounding music
he knows he does is wrong though it feels right,
but he will never feel guilt for in his he is the victim