Luyện nghe bài hát The Filth Of Our Underlings

The filth of our
Shall never nourish me

Our knowledge is bending our congealing
Force feed the piety humans are bleeding
purse from a sows ear is what I'm knitting
Nourishing off the fat of our

to our underlings
Our embraced
unto abysmal weight
Hail to our
away
Collapsing into a state

Mouth of shall harbour our healing
the serum as our sores are revealing
Hang out to dry to dampen the feeling
for self-symbiotic feeding

Hail to our
Who knows not to
Peel back the scabs to blind them all with

The of our underlings
never nourish me completely