Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of The Master

(A procession of endless hymns
Swallowing bullets like pills)

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

are not men
They are a
Mindless
Less livestock

are not men
They are a
here to
Cut up

Inside swine
Broken hive mind
Wet of hate
Devoted to
my mind
Hidden beasts run
Until the subsides
The hunger remain

(A soft of endless hymns
Swallowing bullets like pills)

The sound of the axe in the block
The smell of the from afar
The night boils on to its end
Crying out in the

are not men
They are a
Mindless
Less than

are not men
They are a
here to
Cut up

like swine
Broken bloated hive
Wet worms of
Devoted to
my mind
Hidden run wild
Until the prey
The will remain

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

My worst 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 night on

are not men
They are a
quarry
Less livestock

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

Inside swine
Broken bloated hive
Wet of hate
Devoted to
my mind
Hidden run wild
Until the subsides
The hunger remain

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

are not men
are not men
are not men