Luyện nghe bài hát Punkinhed

You cannot envision in the darkest cathoclisms
Of your fucking mind as its throws you aneurysms
got your blood clotting and your fucking veins rotting
The very sound of my name has got you plotting
Cause I was brought into wold up on a mission
And a voodoo ritual got my fucking ass up and
And high bout to turn this bitch red
Coming up out the ground just like the of the living dead
I'm feigning for your brains and I'm as sick as the
Try to fuck a monster you better leave it to beaver
Cause I'm coming for your you been marked by the beast
I'm to eat your fucking soul so be prepared to be deceased

Close your turn around
And say my
A drop of on the ground
For every drop of
No turning back now it's
is said
I am
I am
I am the

Thirty seven years cold and resting in the
Skin off the bone and maggots stuck in the creases
Got me feeling pissed off and on some whole other
Now I'm from hell to do the work of the devil
A crucifix in my pocket from another place and
I was found but now I'm
I see but now I'm blind
Blinded to the fact I'll never walk the light
Now i wait the darkness til I'm called out by the night
I'm a nursery rhyme on the school playground
Jumping rope throwing rocks little kids play
Screaming out my pray not to wake up dead
Put a cross on your front door to keep away the

Cross my and hope to die
Please a needle in my eye
To me blinded to the sight
PunkinHed appears tonight