Luyện nghe bài hát The Architect

The are all alone like disciples
Waiting to be led into a grave
in tragedy
Their mouths gasp the

Inhaling the of a new tyrant
Masses fan her campaign flames
is not around the corner
It's here
In me

She paints the beige to conceal her wretched design
Flesh
Imparting to all
She the cicatrice beige

Words fail as her elusive speech
Reaches yet another of dead ears
Sentences bear no relevance but the mortal
Witness a sight too to watch
As she

The

the concept of a new tyrant
Masses fan her into flames
is not around the corner
It's here

She paints the beige