Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of The Master

(A soft procession of hymns
Swallowing bullets 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
here to
Cut up

like swine
Broken bloated mind
Wet of hate
to decay
Inside my
Hidden run wild
the prey subsides
The hunger remain

(A soft procession of endless
Swallowing like sleeping pills)

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

are not men
They are a
quarry
Less than

are not men
They are a
here to
Cut up

Inside like
Broken hive mind
Wet of hate
Devoted to
Inside my
Hidden run wild
Until the subsides
The will remain

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

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

The of the axe
The smell of the
The night on

are not men
They are a
quarry
Less than

are not men
They are a
here to
Fuck up

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

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

are not men
are not men
are not men