Luyện nghe bài hát My Own Maker

day of sin
Hope is dead and nothings left

by hate
To another empty
Where we just work and pro
Worn to the bone we die and get

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

Will I

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

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

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

Demons up in my head
Silhouettes in death
If I can create my own
Can I create breath

Driven by
To another place
Where we just and pro create
to the bone we die and get replaced

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

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