Luyện nghe bài hát Create the Infinite

Listen and I'll tell you the of our end
Equate the calculation, salvation's dead
Learn the quickly
The enemies of reality the sickness
Of genius

What are we but men eyes?
through the poison of design

Create the infinite and expand the
to number seven
Your day of rest creates infection, your

What are we but men without
Swimming the poison of design

The ran as the storm came
The lightning in the signaled the coming crushing days
The sky was brooding and
And the gulls sailed like recycled fragile

The waves as the storm changed
In the cold embrace of the
Not blood could bring us warmth

There is no shock
is no god
There is no fashionable

What are we but men eyes?
Swimming through the poison of
are we but men without eyes?
Swimming through the of design