Luyện nghe bài hát The Architect

The sheep are all alone like
to be led into 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 the cicatrice beige to conceal her wretched design
decides
Imparting to all
She the cicatrice beige

Words won't fail as her speech
yet another pair of dead ears
Sentences bear no relevance but the eyes
Witness a sight too exquisite to
As she

The

Inhaling the of a new tyrant
Masses fan her campaign flames
Hell is not the corner
already here

She paints the cicatrice