Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Redundant

The past drags behind us like a weight
Prone for the large part, yet piling on the
Bullying, rebuking, we re-imagine

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

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

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

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

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

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

The gives us oversight
But we have if it is rehashed
Are we so stupefied we've run out of steam?

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

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

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

But this
Those who escape the past
Are condemned to it