Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure__revolution

Pressure of my
A lit by my wrath
Our - superior
Lift up spirit to higher depths

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

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

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

Stand alone on the edge of void and emptiness

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

Unleashing a
Offering another
Man made god to sweep away the

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