Luyện nghe bài hát Virally Yours

The of vomiting to my ears' like singing
Now I'm beginning to become
With I'm obsessed in the beds of the fallen I rest
A fixation amplified the smell here is what I like

Feverishly the buckets of waste
myself in the filth ridden sheets
Raping the of the comatose
To my needs

bedsores
Cultured by my neglect
It's more a job
It's a love for me to walk close with death

When you hear a flat
You know I'll be near
To when the reaper's is drawn
I am aware

I I could pull these strings
In there are finer things
Malpractice be my bitter name

How quickly life does away
One flip of the rivers man
Could send you screaming to grave

Grief stricken watches on
Ceaseless prayers for an son
I'm afraid that can be done
The has finally come

The wrath of a God
To the pearly gates soon arrive
To here his husk in this room of white
I'm at thought

Pull the I'm begging you
Take the ride to the cold and
The reaper's lichen finger
Aims so true

The of disease
I witnessed in my dreams
The flooding of the blood
To my fetid needs

I wish I could pull these
In death there are things
Malpractice forever be my bitter
I wish I could pull these
In there are finer things