Luyện nghe bài hát Womb Of The Worm

Black hat as affluent as effluent
Hides behind his shades and crocodile smile
Preying on the weak, the and innocent
All things pure and virginal he will

of a flock of black sheep
He his charges well
Their thirst for life is
Down in his snow filled

never die
In the womb of the they lie
never die
In the womb of the worm lie

Slaves to the only God they
by the song of the cosmic diva
The Lord of the flies is a beau
King of the hill in the new

does he come from, their redeemer
Where he dwell? They never learn
What is the prize for the believer?
Rotting in the womb of the worm?

Death is the hand of a handsome
He speaks, heads
unaware of impending danger
Quickening dead in the of the worm

never die
In the of the worm they lie
They die
In the womb of the they lie

At the gravesides of sad children
Reason sits with a in her eye
Killed in their prime tell me why were taken?
It's not them but 'The that should die

Stabat Mater
A grieving mother's sad
Chasing dragons in the
To kill the time and ease the

be afraid just take my hand
'Cause too short to be a bore
Try it once, understand
Why keep coming back for more

Form an orderly line death's door
If you want to his sweet amnesia
He's short of clientle
Though most of die from a fatal seizure

Another mother cries to a chat-show
She speaks, my churns
I hear how a young kid, how a young
Died a sickening death in the of the worm

never die
In the womb of the they lie
never die
In the of the worm they lie

never die
In the of the worm they lie
never die
In the womb of the they lie

Of the womb, of the
Of the womb, of the
Of the womb, of the
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