Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure__revolution

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

The weight of your sins keep you
to the ground
Beaten onto the

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

Pleasant thoughts can be
Leading you towards this 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

a revolution
Offering another
Man made god to sweep the errors

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