Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure__revolution

Pressure of my
A lit by my wrath
Our race -
Lift up thine to higher depths

The weight of your sins you down
to the ground
Beaten the dust

The weight of hate dims the vision
Sweet tears of joy bleed from veins

Pleasant can be deceiving
Leading you towards temple of flesh and light

Stand on the edge of this void and emptiness

The cities, the lights, lifes
The in the machine
This Pressure binds all of into a hollow shell, imitating lesser gods

Unleashing a
Offering solution
Man god to sweep away the errors

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