Luyện nghe bài hát Psycroptipath

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

judgement reigns upon him from those in the chain

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

over-active substance reality insane-Psycroptipath
blindly he's controlled by flowing in his veins-Unnaturally
mentally he's swimming in a 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 home and slips into the nighttime,
prowls the intends to find some suited satans
his moments of insanity are directed
revenge is his and he knows his target
he sees two demons- leaving day-nest
their place for torture- paid for their
hundreds- gods in the daylight
A alley beckons- they answer its call
his quickens- as does his heart
upon them in an instant, in his hand
reaction so rips them to shreds
Now their time- expired- they wasted life- lights-
now they're powerless
flesh carved from the bones, 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 but he still feels so complete,
he rest soon his body is weakening,
ruined by his mental state
As he returns home his mind is in reality
and the he inflicted is now coursing through his mind
turns in over in his head as he does this every
when he gets from aural infliction of that pounding music
he knows what he does is wrong though it right,
but he will never feel guilt for in his he is the victim