Luyện nghe bài hát Virally Yours

The sound of vomiting to my ears' like
Now I'm to become erect
With illness I'm in the beds of the fallen I rest
A fixation amplified the smell here is I like best

Feverishly combing the buckets of
Wrapping myself in the filth sheets
Raping the of the comatose
To fulfill my

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

When you a flat line
You know I'll be near
To the reaper's sickle is drawn
I am aware

I wish I could pull strings
In death are finer things
forever be my bitter name

How quickly life fade away
One flip of the rivers man
send you screaming to your grave

Grief stricken family on
prayers for an only son
I'm afraid that nothing can be
The has finally come

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

the plug 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 pull these strings
In there are finer things
Malpractice forever be my bitter
I wish I could these strings
In there are finer things