🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Insurgentes - Steven Wilson

 Holy Mother of the  one
 When you smile  me you bring me down
 You  your thoughts.
 All your prayers  low.
 
 Now out of debt,  speak in tongues,
 And out  bread, your work is done,
  your dream, absolve.
 And your path, 
 
 And your  absolve,
  your path, dissolve.