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

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

But consider
Those who escape the past
Are condemned to it

They place us in a battle
But will we die for any I don't think so
Quietly unwilling,
There is of our choosing

Disorientated by the of custom
It dissipates the present and the unbalanced
Excluded for envisioning a new

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

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

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

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

The past drags us like a dead weight
It has ingrained as given
less, transparent, brittle beings that we are

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

But consider
Those who escape the past
Are to repeat it