Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of The Master

(A procession of endless 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
Mindless
than livestock

are not men
They are a
here to
Cut up

Inside like
bloated hive mind
Wet of hate
to decay
Inside my
Hidden beasts run
Until the prey
The hunger remain

(A soft procession of endless
Swallowing bullets sleeping pills)

The of the axe in the chopping block
The smell of the skin from
The night on to its cruel end
Crying out in the

are not men
They are a
quarry
Less than

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 subsides
The hunger will

My worst is coming true I think I am becoming you
My fear is coming true I think I am becoming 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
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 than

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

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

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

are not men
are not men
are not men