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 ingrained as given
Direction less, transparent, brittle that we are

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

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

Disorientated by the noise of
It dissipates the present and the unbalanced
for envisioning a new space

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

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

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

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

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

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

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