Luyện nghe bài hát Opera Fanatica (13.06)

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

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

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

Then hand in hand, we will that stand
I was myself, but now I am another man

There's a sense of urgency - Flawed
The converge - feel the synchronicity
A union of consequence this lost adversary

The King is dead, so worship me - No 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 dying
You your life 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 nothing to fear - A question of a few degrees
From care to - In freedom or captivity
Perhaps there is a place - Far outside these prison
Where I may live your life - A cleaner slate, a cause

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

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

Set them free! I can set them free!

You try to without me by your side
You try to without me now but
I always be there, just a single breath away
And I will be there I will share your fate again

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