Luyện nghe bài hát Last Things

{The constant realization of dominance results in

Wake up with a mouthful of nothin'
Deceived by the truth they've been witholdin'
Television, every identity
Gettin' to the minute of our gravity
I ask myself
Did I my mind or shut my mouth?
Was I a follower, a insignificant
Mere shadow of a bearing innocence?

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

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

Call me ignorant I was never smart
Like a runnin' high on adrenaline
All the while in the dim a low hum
Risin' up growin' I can hear them
left and right
Power hungry of state
Melancholy fall of our nemesis
Strong will or so say our presidents

Constantly preach
Talk of truth in political speak
Carry on till they're blue in the
And my point of has lost it's place

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
Beginin' of the end soil has been
Mother, daughter, father, son sky burns
Premonition, television indecision
We the citizens lies are being force fed
Money, power, cruelty, blood is in our streets
When, where does this end?

We're fast from the war inspired
standard idiots
Helter skelter
Consequences
us not into temptation with your
Damnin' and glorified hatred
A lineage
We will bear alone to our

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

things
Did I give in return
up for a cause
Give to a mute war

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

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

{The constant realization of results in fear}

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