Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure__revolution

Pressure of my
A star lit by my
Our - superior
Lift up thine spirit to higher

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

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

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

alone on the edge of this void and emptiness

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

a revolution
Offering another
Man made god to sweep the errors

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