Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of The Master

(A soft procession of endless
bullets like sleeping pills)

Across the floor of an room
It was not God, it was not the
The knives come out to the nest
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 bloated hive
Wet of hate
Devoted to
my mind
Hidden run wild
Until the prey
The hunger remain

(A soft of endless hymns
Swallowing bullets sleeping pills)

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

are not men
They are a
Mindless
Less livestock

are not men
They are a
here to
Cut up

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

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

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

The of the axe
The of the skin
The night on

are not men
They are a
quarry
Less livestock

are not men
They are a
here to
Fuck up

like swine
Broken bloated mind
Wet of hate
to decay
Inside my
beasts run wild
Until the prey
The hunger will

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

are not men
are not men
are not men