Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure__revolution

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

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

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

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

alone on the edge of this void and emptiness

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

a revolution
Offering another
Man made god to away the errors

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