Luyện nghe bài hát To Bloodlet: The Cleansing Urge

start by etching dark into your arm with glass
and inject the of your sin and depression
beneath foul, dying flesh
taste the stench, the decripid aroma of a dying
virgin smeared with semen
choke on my
i'm roadkill on god's
all roadkill tonight anyway
vulgar of lust
romantic
run from your halo
infatuation

angels whisper sweet
of homicide
ordained clowns the clouds
the tranquil sky
i've for days
but still i be clean
is better than nothing
but i this urge to kill
my