Luyện nghe bài hát Psychosexuality

A shadow, I prowl deadly streets,
Perversion, my soulmates.
An observer, I'm the innocent weak,
My are salacious and unchaste.
*This netherworld of is my existance,
I don't alone, for this is my home,
And my subsistence.*
I silently drift through darkened paths,
I'm a witness to psyche in decay.
nothing here but burnt-out bodies and souls,
A breeding for the depraved.
*I've plunged beyond the depths of pruriency,
is normal to me is far beneath what is seen as
"obscenity".*

Can you feel the pain of these souls
I have lived inside pathetic minds.
And its menacing and lust is so dangerous,
Sexuality at its most has enslaved us.
I wish I could give you details,
But now's not the nor the place.
I've sojourned the vilest combat zones,
And invovled in acts that are debased.
*Virtuous lives are in this malevolent den of thieves,
There's no escape from the and rape
of virginity.*
Scenic nightmares of self-indulgence,
Nothing is sacred, life.
I share my amorality,
With the hookers and the hustlers stalk the night.
*Shocking, displays of human indignities,
Anything can be achieced in iniquities.*

I've seduced into this realm,
Why? I say...
I've cleansed myself all that's pure,
now incurred disgrace.
I put my finger on the attraction,
I'm not an anomally.
In my of abomination,
Psychosexualuty...
I have a personal obsession pain,
Dealing, receiving, to me the same,
game*.
Excruciation goes unrestrained,
To others pleasure may be insane,
*or at the profane*.
forced to perform unspeakable deeds,
Immaculate youth in impurity.
The screams of pain, I have the screams
Of quiet exits, but entry.
souls of one accord,
with their in this sordid world.*
Women for that vein-numbing fix,
Bestiality, is sick.
Orifices disgust,
forays into macabre lusts.
*Why am I here? been drawn,
in this world I belong...*

Men who children from their families,
Teaching a "rules" to this younger breed.
To the black-market, parents sell their under eight,
Anything out here is too late,
is their fate!*
Snuff films with their mutiliations,
Anonymous fiends and confused, victims.
Desecrating unblemished and minds,
and torturing, then ending their lives,
*I watched them die...*
You've been given a glimpse of this scene,
Some of it me, all of it excites me.
This is my horrible, hell,
Once trapped down here I wish you well.
am I here? I've been drawn,
But honestly, do I