Luyện nghe bài hát To Die For

[music - Andrew
[lyrics - Ross

A liturgist in the realm of filth and
bard of sculapian deviance
Fables I've made, sick I've parlayed
For the attention of my heinous

rottrephile, the object of my infection
A gore hound obsessed with the and obscene
In manic obesciance, I my devotion
Composing sonnets of for my ghoul fiend

Penny are met apathetically
Asomatous, are mere words
For a worthy offering I need death
The pen has proved to the might of the swords

For my maiden, I'll kill and maim
For our victims, the future bleak
I'll throats in her bloody name
Rending other's that in me is so weak

Excisions and slices and cuts to integument
My finesse with cutlery, she doth
Collecting a of offal, my regiment
to admire

Dislimbed torsos and craniums
Disinterred innards and chum
Though I present sanguine tribute
never enough and still I'm rebuked

A gesture, I require for a petulent madamned
Gutted, my entrails will be in canopic vials
Formaldehyde and alcohol are into jars
Lacerating extremities, a end to these trials

Incised omentum, avulsed
evisceration, self-dissection

Mellifluent is met with ennui
My tragic reward is naught but kiss
Consciousness falters as blood flows from my
Lay me down to die, nothing is better this