Luyện nghe bài hát Last Things

{The constant realization of dominance in fear}

Wake up tired a mouthful of nothin'
distressed by the truth they've been witholdin'
Television, every popular
closer to the minute of our gravity
I sometimes ask
Did I speak my mind or shut my
Was I a follower, a leader
shadow of a ghost bearing innocence?

Constative voices
Talk of in their political speak
Carry on till blue in the face
And my point of view has lost place

Last
Did I give nothin' in
up for a cause
Give to a mute war

me ignorant maybe I was never smart
Like a wolf high on adrenaline
All the while in the dim a low hum
up growin' loud I can hear them
Religious and right
hungry heads of state
Melancholy fall of our nemesis
Strong will survive or so say our

Constantly preach
Talk of truth in their speak
Carry on till they're in the face
And my point of view has lost it's

Last
Did I nothin' in return
Stand up for a
Give permission to a war

Four, three, two, four, two one
Troops move forward let it all be
of the end soil has been tread
Mother, daughter, father, son sky burns
Premonition, stuttering indecision
We the people lies are being force fed
Money, power, cruelty, is shed in our streets
When, where does this end?

We're fallin' from the war inspired
Double standard
Helter skelter
catastrophic
Lead us not into with your
Damnin' words and glorified
A vengeful
We will alone to our death

Constantly preach
Talk of in their political speak
Carry on they're blue in the face
And my of view has lost it's place

Last
Did I nothin' in return
up for a cause
Give to a mute war

Four, three, two, four, two one
Troops move let it all be done
of the end soil has been tread
Mother, daughter, father, son sky death
Premonition, television stuttering
We the people citizens are being force fed
Money, power, cruelty, blood is shed in our
When, where does this end?

Does this end?
Does this end?
Does sacrifice end
things
Does this end
Last

{The constant realization of dominance results in

Four, three, two, four, two one
move forward let it all be done
Beginin' of the end soil has been
Mother, daughter, father, son sky burns
Premonition, television indecision
We the people citizens lies are being fed
Money, power, cruelty, is shed in our streets
When, where this sacrifice end?