Luyện nghe bài hát Psycroptipath

Killing for the and the music 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 to go against the grain-Psycroptipath
They take it all away, those drones who his life
programmed to his soul,
those dressed in taking hold
masters of his life, only nine 'til five,
day is just as the night, each day as it ends, it is the start
returning from place, he again becomes alive
enters a place home, to rest his bones
to his music device, brings it to life
It fills him- soothes his
the blast, feels the beat, soaks in grind- cleans his mind
echoes the scream, grips his seat, feels his heart-beat
he's so warm-but rhythms changed-a beat unleashed
Something's flowing ten-fold when he does every night

over-active substance makes reality
blindly he's controlled by flowing in his veins-Unnaturally
mentally he's swimming in a psychopathic dream-
now a summoning, seduced by a stirring, is his mask
the dark urges 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 streets intends to find suited satans
his moments of are still directed
revenge is his motive and he his target
he sees two leaving their day-nest
their place for paid for their pleasure
controlling gods in the daylight
A dark alley they answer its call
his breath quickens- as his heart
upon them in an instant, knife in his
reaction so slow- rips to shreds
Now their expired- they wasted life- dimmed lights-
now they're powerless
flesh from the bones, insides exposed
wished he'd heard moan, he saw them bleed
Now he so mentally drained,
flow has now revenge is attained
he starts in the direction of his home,
his mind is in pieces but he still so complete,
he rest soon his body is weakening,
temporarily ruined by his state
As he home his mind is back in reality
and the judgement he inflicted is now coursing through his
turns in over in his as he does this every night
when he gets high from aural infliction of that music
he what he does is wrong though it feels right,
but he never feel guilt for in his mind- he is the victim