Luyện nghe bài hát Epsilon

I like this is just a means to an end.
Does it hold any meaning as I the end?
to memory, final reality.
When I'm awake or both are all but a dream.
Finality of this life is certain for me.
Lost to memory, reality.
fragments of time, drifting, falling away.
Sense of finality, fate is on me.
is the purpose of death, live, learn, die then forget?
Feel I'm lying awake, only when I'm dead.
Lost to memory, reality.
memories.
I'm temporary, to contain.
Like Epsilon, my finality is out the way.
have I learned?
What I forget?
rhythm of life is pounding out the beat of the dead,
but might it all end, without a
to memory, final reality.
Speed Of
Each day quicker as I breathe.
Or is it every year seems to get shorter?
Racing at the of life.
So to do, so little time.
I want to win this race.
Heading to my grave.
Epidermis signs of natural decay from living my life.
No way to slow the of time.
Of this I am you live, then you die.
infancy to my old age.
day of life.
Another of the page.
Racing at the of life.
So to do, so little time.
Heading to my grave.
Is it me, is it all in my head?
Rather a fight to ascend an easy descent.
Do you ever get the feeling you're in sort of race?
day has more to offer, there's just no time to play.
One I'm a child, the next I am a man.
And fate, it pushes my life, the speed it can.