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 reigns upon him from higher in the chain

urges burning deep inside to go against the
They it all away, those drones who control his life
to deaden his soul,
those dressed in suits hold
of his life, though only 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 called home, to rest his
to his music device, brings it to life
It fills soothes his soul
Hears the blast, feels the beat, in grind- cleans his mind
echoes the scream, his seat, feels his heart-beat faster
he's so warm-but unstable-his rhythms beat unleashed
Something's flowing ten-fold when he does every night

over-active substance makes reality
blindly he's controlled by fluid flowing in his
mentally he's in a psychopathic dream- Psycroptipath
now a summoning, seduced by a stirring, is his mask
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 some suited
his of insanity are still directed
revenge is his motive and he knows his
he sees two demons- their day-nest
their place for paid for their pleasure
hundreds- gods in the daylight
A dark alley beckons- they answer its
his quickens- as does his heart
upon in an instant, knife in his hand
reaction so slow- rips them to
Now their time- expired- they life- dimmed lights-
now essentially- powerless
flesh from the bones, insides exposed
wished he'd heard them moan, he saw them
Now he so mentally drained,
has stopped now revenge is attained
he starts stumbling in the of his home,
his mind is in pieces but he feels so complete,
he must soon his body is weakening,
temporarily ruined by his state
As he returns home his mind is back in
and the he inflicted is now coursing through his mind
turns in over in his head as he does this every
when he gets high from aural of that pounding music
he knows what he does is wrong it feels right,
but he will never feel guilt for in his he is the victim