Luyện nghe bài hát Sin Remover

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

Black inhalers
We incarcerate ourselves in filled veins
The drain which echoes our pain
Their is no sweeter
the song of a dead canary

Sin

Burn slag
We bare silicosis the of our perseverance
Bleeder entries are with intestines
Holds back the dream till it discharges 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 mend our
As go by
On wounded I see you pray for me