Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of The Master

(A soft procession of endless
Swallowing bullets sleeping pills)

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

are not men
They are a
Mindless
Less than

are not men
They are a
here to
Cut up

Inside swine
Broken bloated mind
Wet of hate
to decay
Inside my
Hidden beasts run
Until the subsides
The will remain

(A soft procession of hymns
Swallowing like sleeping pills)

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

are not men
They are a
Mindless
than livestock

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

like swine
Broken bloated mind
Wet of hate
Devoted to
Inside my
Hidden beasts run
Until the prey
The hunger will

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

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

The of the axe
The smell of the
The boils on

are not men
They are a
quarry
Less livestock

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

Inside swine
bloated hive mind
Wet of hate
to decay
Inside my
Hidden beasts run
the prey subsides
The will remain

my mind
Wet of hate
Devoted to
to betray
The hunger will

are not men
are not men
are not men