Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Redundant

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

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

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

place us in a losing battle
But will we die for any flag? I think so
Quietly unwilling,
There is little of our

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

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

Those who can't escape the
Are to repeat it
Are to repeat it
Condemned to it

The past gives us
But we have nothing if it is
Are we so stupefied that run out of steam?

The past can keep us blissfully
Away from a plunge into the virgin
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 dead
It has become as given
less, transparent, brittle beings that we are

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

But this
who can't escape the past
Are to repeat it