Luyện nghe bài hát Sin Remover

A rumble in distance mechanical
So our can shine scrape off the epidermis
pillars equivalent to graves
Tear down the walls faces ripped from their

Black damp
We incarcerate ourselves in clay veins
The hollow drain echoes our pain
is no sweeter sound
Than the of a dead canary

Sin

Burn away
We bare silicosis the fruits of our
Bleeder are packed with intestines
Holds back the dream till it like a gun

Sin
Sin

I am the
I am the
I am the

our blood
We bleed of black
Shapes the to a graven image

See the lies, we our seams
As go by
On wounded knees I see you for me