Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Redundant

The past drags behind us like a dead
Prone for the large part, yet piling on the
Bullying, rebuking, lest we

by moving in the here and the now
It has ingrained as given
Direction less, transparent, beings that we are

But this
Those who escape the past
Are condemned to it

They us in a losing battle
But will we die for any I don't think so
unwilling, escorted
There is little of our

Disorientated by the of custom
It the present and the future unbalanced
Excluded for a new space

Those who escape the past
Are to repeat it
Are to repeat it

Those who can't the past
Are to repeat it
Are to repeat it
to repeat it

The gives us oversight
But we have if it is rehashed
Are we so that we've run out of steam?

The past can keep us blissfully
Away from a plunge into the unknown
Are we so fucking drained that run out of steam?
Are we so stupefied that we've run out of

The past drags behind us like a weight
It has become ingrained as
Direction less, transparent, brittle that we are

They place us in a losing
It dissipates the present and the
Direction less, transparent, beings that we are

But this
Those who escape the past
Are to repeat it