Luyện nghe bài hát Skullptures

Creative flowing
And graveyard raiding time again
Engulfed by
for my art
Which is my friend
in potato sacks
The ones that suit my need
Burial was but in
They still come with me
away at rigor mortified cadavers
Set aside the limbs
To my latest skullpture
Maggots flies
They buzz my eyes, breed in my hair
I turn my corpses art
It is my life, nothing

The gets my mind in gear
Helps me decide parts go where
Forearm with stitches thick
Onto sliced off dick
Woman's face removed care
Still attached to scalp and
put it on my and stare
And think of what next

pried off with screwdriver nailed to foot
Decorated toenails
Now I look at the pair of breasts I've
On my
Sew the two
Flesh is brittle and

[Lead:D.C]