Luyện nghe bài hát Sin Remover

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

damp inhalers
We incarcerate in clay filled veins
The drain which echoes our pain
Their is no sound
Than the song of a dead

Sin

Burn slag
We bare silicosis the fruits of our
entries are packed with intestines
Holds back the dream it discharges like a gun

Sin
Sin

I am the
I am the
I am the

Extract our
We bleed of reclamation
Shapes the face to a graven

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