Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Redundant

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

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

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

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

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

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

who can't escape 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 we've run out of steam?

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

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

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

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