Luyện nghe bài hát Opera Fanatica (13.06)

Gather close my - Attend to my confusion
These thoughts till now been too far for you to reach
close to me - My students of delusion
Listen carefully to I have to teach

So finally, you will walk with me - As an equal in the of my prophecies
No struggle now, and no down - No hiding from the attitudes and jealousies

The King is dead, so me - No voices in my head, so worship me!

Then hand in hand, we will make stand
I was once myself, but now I am man

There's a sense of - Flawed invisibility
The negative converge - the synchronicity
A of consequence beyond this lost adversary

The is dead, so worship me - No voices in my head, so worship me!

There's more to fear - A question of a few degrees
From sane to maniac - We're feathers on a breeze
You trust your to float - Across the gentle ebb and flow
And on the random - A God that no one really knows

The King is dead, so worship me - No voices in my head, so

There's more to fear - A question of a few degrees
From care to - In freedom or captivity
Perhaps is a place - Far outside these prison walls
Where I may live your - A cleaner slate, a stronger cause

The King is dead, so worship me - No in my head, so worship me!

So I exist in this fragile
Which glues the substance of the to me
The stars they're down, drawn to me in millions
Only I can set them free set free

Set them free! Only I can set free!

You try to live me by your side
You try to live me now but
I will be there, just a single breath away
And I will always be I will share your fate again

The King is dead, so me - No voices in my head, so worship me!
The King is dead, so worship me - No in my head, so worship me!