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, we re-imagine

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

But this
Those who escape the past
Are condemned to it

They place us in a losing
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 future
Excluded for a new space

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

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

The gives us oversight
But we have nothing if it is
Are we so stupefied we've run out of steam?

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

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

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

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