Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of The Master

(A procession of endless hymns
bullets like sleeping pills)

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

are not men
They are a
quarry
Less livestock

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

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

(A soft procession of endless
Swallowing bullets sleeping pills)

The sound of the axe in the chopping
The smell of the skin afar
The night on to its cruel end
out in the wilderness

are not men
They are a
Mindless
Less than

are not men
They are a
here to
Cut up

like swine
Broken hive mind
Wet worms of
Devoted to
Inside my
Hidden beasts run
the prey subsides
The hunger remain

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

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

The of the axe
The smell of the
The night on

are not men
They are a
Mindless
Less livestock

are not men
They are a
here to
Fuck up

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

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

are not men
are not men
are not men