Luyện nghe bài hát The Architect

The are all alone like disciples
Waiting to be led a shallow grave
United in
mouths gasp the pollution

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

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

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

The

Inhaling the concept of a new
fan her campaign into flames
Hell is not the corner
It's here

She paints the beige