Luyện nghe bài hát Last Things

{The realization of dominance results in fear}

up tired with a mouthful of nothin'
Deceived distressed by the truth they've witholdin'
Television, every identity
Gettin' closer to the of our gravity
I sometimes ask
Did I speak my or shut my mouth?
Was I a follower, a leader
shadow of a ghost bearing innocence?

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

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

Call me ignorant maybe I was never
Like a wolf runnin' on adrenaline
All the in the dim with a low hum
Risin' up loud I can hear them
left and right
Power hungry of state
death fall of our nemesis
Strong survive or so say our presidents

voices preach
Talk of truth in their speak
Carry on till blue in the face
And my point of view has it's place

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

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

We're fallin' fast from the war
Double idiots
Helter henchmen
catastrophic
Lead us not into temptation with
Damnin' and glorified hatred
A vengeful
We will bear to our death

voices preach
Talk of truth in political speak
Carry on till blue in the face
And my point of view has it's place

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

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

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

{The constant realization of results in fear}

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