Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of The Master

(A soft procession of hymns
Swallowing bullets sleeping pills)

Across the floor of an ancient
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 than

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

Inside like
Broken bloated hive
Wet of hate
to decay
Inside my
Hidden run wild
the prey subsides
The hunger will

(A soft procession of endless
Swallowing bullets like pills)

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

are not men
They are a
quarry
Less livestock

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

Inside swine
Broken bloated mind
Wet worms of
Devoted to
my mind
Hidden run wild
Until the subsides
The will remain

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

My worst is coming true I think I am becoming you
My worst is coming true I think 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
Mindless
Less livestock

are not men
They are a
here to
Fuck up

like swine
Broken hive mind
Wet of hate
Devoted to
my mind
Hidden run wild
the prey subsides
The hunger will

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

are not men
are not men
are not men