Luyện nghe bài hát To Bloodlet: The Cleansing Urge

start by etching secrets into your arm with glass
and inject the of your sin and depression
beneath your foul, flesh
taste the stench, the decripid aroma of a dying
lips smeared with semen
choke on my
i'm on god's highway
we're all roadkill anyway
demonstration of lust
romantic
run away from halo
infatuation

angels whisper sweet
of homicide
ordained clowns touch the
the tranquil sky
i've bathing for
but i can't be clean
something is than nothing
but i have this urge to
my