Luyện nghe bài hát Psycroptipath

Killing for the music and the music kills his
mentally screaming as his life drives him insane

judgement reigns upon him those higher in the chain

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

over-active substance makes reality
blindly he's controlled by fluid in his veins-Unnaturally
mentally he's in a psychopathic dream- Psycroptipath
now a summoning, seduced by a stirring, is his mask
feels the urges to kill, it excites him so
he will not be calm, until he the flow
his home and slips into the darkened nighttime,
prowls the streets intends to find some satans
his moments of insanity are still
revenge is his and he knows his target
he sees two leaving their day-nest
their place for torture- paid for pleasure
controlling gods 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 them to
Now their time- expired- wasted life- dimmed lights-
now essentially- powerless
carved from the bones, insides exposed
wished he'd heard moan, he saw them bleed
Now he so mentally drained,
flow has stopped now 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,
ruined by his mental state
As he returns home his is back in reality
and the judgement he inflicted is now coursing his mind
turns in over in his head as he this every night
when he gets high from aural infliction of that music
he knows he does is wrong though it feels right,
but he will never feel for in his mind- he is the victim