Luyện nghe bài hát Psycroptipath

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

judgement reigns upon him from those higher in the

urges burning deep to go against the grain-Psycroptipath
They take it all away, those who control his life
to deaden his soul,
those dressed in taking hold
masters of his life, though only nine five,
day is as the night, each day as it ends, it is only the start
returning that place, he again becomes alive
a place 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, grips his seat, feels his faster
he's so warm-but unstable-his changed-a beat unleashed
flowing ten-fold when he does this every night

over-active substance makes reality
he's controlled by fluid flowing in his veins-Unnaturally
mentally he's in a psychopathic dream- 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 sees the
leaves his and slips into the darkened nighttime,
prowls the streets intends to find suited satans
his moments of insanity are directed
revenge is his motive and he knows his
he sees two demons- their day-nest
their for torture- paid for their pleasure
controlling gods in the daylight
A dark alley beckons- answer its call
his breath quickens- as his heart
them in an instant, knife in his hand
reaction so slow- rips to shreds
Now their time- they wasted life- dimmed lights-
now essentially- powerless
carved from the bones, insides exposed
wished he'd heard them moan, he saw them
Now he feels so drained,
flow has stopped now is attained
he starts in the direction of his home,
his mind is in pieces but he still so complete,
he must rest his body is weakening,
temporarily ruined by his state
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 high from aural infliction of that pounding music
he knows what he does is wrong it feels right,
but he never feel guilt for in his mind- he is the victim