Luyện nghe bài hát Sin Remover

A rumble in distance whine
So our lights can scrape off the epidermis
Robbing equivalent to graves
Tear down the faces ripped from their jaws

damp inhalers
We ourselves in clay filled veins
The hollow drain echoes our pain
is no sweeter sound
Than the song of a dead

Sin

Burn slag
We bare the fruits of our perseverance
Bleeder entries are packed with
Holds the dream till it discharges like a gun

Sin
Sin

I am the
I am the
I am the

our blood
We bleed of reclamation
Shapes the face to a image

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