Luyện nghe bài hát My Own Maker

day of sin
Hope is dead and nothings left

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

Afraid of a life in
I'm choking on the air I breath
Am I an of God
Or the Devil have his hands in me

Will I

Demons Holed up in my
covered in death
If I can my own blood
Can I create another

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

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

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

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

Afraid of a life in
I'm choking on the air I breath
Am I an of God
Or does the have his hands in me

Dying I'm
Dying I'm
me from the grave