Luyện nghe bài hát Virally Yours

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

combing the buckets of waste
Wrapping myself in the ridden sheets
Raping the of the comatose
To my needs

bedsores
Cultured by my sick
more then a job
It's a love for me to this close with death

you hear a flat line
You surely I'll be near
To when the reaper's is drawn
I am ever

I I could pull these strings
In death are finer things
Malpractice forever be my name

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

stricken family watches on
Ceaseless for an only son
I'm afraid that nothing can be
The moment has finally

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

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

The of disease
I witnessed in my dreams
The flooding of the blackest
To quench my needs

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