Luyện nghe bài hát Womb Of The Worm

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

Shepherd of a flock of sheep
He knows his well
Their for life is drowning
in his snow filled hell

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

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

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

Death is the hand of a handsome
He speaks, turn
Babes unaware of impending
dead in the womb of the worm

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

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

Stabat Dolorosa
A grieving sad refrain
Chasing in the subway
To kill the time and ease the

Don't be afraid take my hand
'Cause too short to be a bore
Try it once, understand
Why they coming back for more

an orderly line outside death's door
If you want to taste his sweet
He's never of clientle
Though of them die from a fatal seizure

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

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

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

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