Luyện nghe bài hát Psycroptipath

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

judgement reigns upon him from those in the chain

urges burning deep to go against the grain-Psycroptipath
They take it all away, drones who control his life
programmed to his soul,
those in suits taking hold
masters of his life, though 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
enters a place 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 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 this every

over-active substance makes reality
blindly controlled by fluid flowing 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
leaves his and slips into the darkened nighttime,
prowls the streets intends to find some satans
his moments of insanity are directed
revenge is his motive and he his target
he two demons- leaving their day-nest
their for torture- paid for their pleasure
controlling hundreds- gods in the
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 time- expired- they wasted life- dimmed
now essentially- powerless
flesh from the bones, insides exposed
wished he'd heard moan, he saw them bleed
Now he feels so drained,
flow has stopped now revenge is
he starts stumbling in the of his home,
his mind is in pieces but he still so complete,
he must soon his body is weakening,
temporarily ruined by his mental
As he returns his mind is back in reality
and the judgement he inflicted is now coursing through his
turns in over in his head as he does this night
when he gets high from aural infliction of that music
he knows what he does is wrong it feels right,
but he will feel guilt for in his mind- he is the victim