Luyện nghe bài hát Virus

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caps crawling for hire and a couple of vultures
Circling my head a stone's throw from here
Microbe-infested seen floating
festering frequencies from mouldy bands....

(Gimme remote control!)

Yeah, I'm interrupting your programme to make a
I'm an afforder and my suffer-buffer's (Gimme a mind-bomb!) out of order (Glass cutter in request!)

The corners are glaring, the kitchen's getting
someone's burned the roast in the oven

AND RED ICE-GRIT RUNS OUT MY
INTRAVENOUS SEIZURE OF A DEAD
I try to shut out taking place between my eye
and this airbrushed nature (Was man so hocussed?)
There's a skeleton in every and mine feels pretty pent-up
I BURST!

My living is but a death trap (ALL CRANIA GRIN!)
know better about eternal electrocution
I'm a subtle would-love-to-be
Under carnal corruption figurative infection
And thus the is immune
By virtue of the of ignorance

ME DIE WITH THE BIG BOYS
And frames besieged by swarms of bacteria
IN MY BRAIN!

(Gimme some control!)

I've got a halitosis coughing-ire from in a coffin-fire
(Glass in request!)
It's the of viral decay
Roasting my and toasting my death
Oh baby, the way you cry is prettier the saddest song
An utter soul forever boxed in
The death of a social misanthrope

AND RED ICE-GRIT RUNS OUT MY
INFO-PARASITIC IN MY BRAIN

All Snuff Pop Inc. music and lyrics by Ant Mozart Khadaffi