Luyện nghe bài hát My Own Maker

day of sin
Hope is dead and nothings within

Driven by
To another empty
Where we work and pro create
Worn to the bone we die and get

Afraid of a in vain
I'm on the air I can't breath
Am I an of God
Or does the Devil his hands in me

Will I

Demons Holed up in my
Silhouettes in death
If I can my own blood
Can I another breath

Am I my own
Am I my own
Are we to fail
Or are we meant for greater

Dying I'm
Dying I'm
Pull me from the

Holed up in my head
Silhouettes covered in
If I can my own blood
Can I create breath

by hate
To empty place
we just work and pro create
Worn to the bone we die and get

Afraid of a in vain
I'm on the air I can't breath
Am I an of God
Or the Devil have his hands in me

Dying I'm
I'm dying
Pull me from the