Luyện nghe bài hát Psycroptipath

Killing for the music and the kills his pain-Psycroptipath
he's screaming as his life 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 who control his life
programmed to his soul,
those dressed in suits taking
masters of his life, though nine 'til five,
day is just as the night, day as it ends, it is only the start
from that place, he again becomes alive
enters a place home, to rest his bones
turns to his device, brings it to life
It him- soothes his soul
Hears the blast, feels the beat, soaks in grind- cleans his
echoes the scream, grips his seat, feels his heart-beat
he's so warm-but rhythms changed-a beat unleashed
flowing ten-fold when he does this every night

over-active substance reality insane-Psycroptipath
blindly he's controlled by 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
his home and slips into the darkened nighttime,
prowls the intends to find some suited satans
his moments of insanity are directed
is his motive and he knows his target
he two demons- leaving their day-nest
place for torture- paid for their pleasure
controlling hundreds- in the daylight
A alley beckons- they answer its call
his breath quickens- as his heart
them in an instant, knife in his hand
reaction so rips them to shreds
Now their time- expired- they wasted dimmed lights-
now essentially- powerless
carved from the bones, insides exposed
wished he'd heard them moan, he saw bleed
Now he feels so drained,
flow has 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 his body is weakening,
temporarily ruined by his mental
As he returns home his mind is in reality
and the judgement he inflicted is now coursing his mind
turns in over in his head as he does this night
when he gets high from aural infliction of that pounding
he knows what he is wrong though it feels right,
but he never feel guilt for in his mind- he is the victim