Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure__revolution

Pressure of my
A star lit by my
Our race -
up thine spirit to higher depths

The weight of your sins you down
Pressed to the
onto the dust

The weight of your hate dims the
Sweet tears of joy bleed from your

Pleasant thoughts can be
Leading you towards this of flesh and light

Stand alone on the edge of void and emptiness

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

Unleashing a
another solution
Man god to sweep away the errors

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