Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of The Master

(A procession of endless hymns
Swallowing bullets like pills)

the floor of an ancient room
It was not God, it was not the
The come out to protect the nest
out in the wilderness

are not men
They are a
Mindless
Less livestock

are not men
They are a
here to
Cut up

Inside like
Broken bloated mind
Wet worms of
Devoted to
Inside my
beasts run wild
Until the prey
The hunger will

(A soft procession of hymns
Swallowing bullets like pills)

The sound of the axe in the block
The smell of the skin from
The night 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 mind
Wet of hate
Devoted to
my mind
Hidden beasts run
the prey subsides
The hunger will

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

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

The of the axe
The smell of the
The boils on

are not men
They are a
quarry
Less than

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

Inside swine
Broken bloated hive
Wet of hate
Devoted to
Inside my
beasts run wild
Until the prey
The hunger remain

Inside my
Wet of hate
Devoted to
Devoted to
The hunger remain

are not men
are not men
are not men