Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of The Master

(A soft of endless hymns
bullets like sleeping pills)

Across the of an ancient room
It was not God, it was not the
The knives out to protect the nest
Crying out in the

are not men
They are a
quarry
Less than

are not men
They are a
They're to
Cut up

Inside like
Broken bloated hive
Wet worms of
to decay
Inside my
Hidden run wild
Until the subsides
The will remain

(A procession of endless hymns
Swallowing bullets sleeping pills)

The sound of the axe in the chopping
The smell of the from afar
The boils on to its cruel end
Crying out in the

are not men
They are a
Mindless
than livestock

are not men
They are a
here to
Cut up

like swine
Broken bloated hive
Wet worms of
to decay
Inside my
Hidden run wild
Until the prey
The hunger will

My worst fear is coming I think I am becoming you
My fear is coming true I think I am becoming you
of the master, mouth of the slave

My fear is coming true I think I am becoming you
My worst fear is coming true I I am becoming you
Skin of the master, mouth of the

The of the axe
The smell of the
The boils on

are not men
They are a
Mindless
Less than

are not men
They are a
here to
Fuck up

like swine
Broken hive mind
Wet worms of
to decay
Inside my
Hidden beasts run
Until the prey
The hunger will

my mind
Wet worms of
to decay
Devoted to
The hunger remain

are not men
are not men
are not men