Luyện nghe bài hát Last Things

{The constant of dominance results in fear}

Wake up tired with a mouthful of
Deceived distressed by the truth they've witholdin'
Television, every popular
Gettin' closer to the minute of our
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 truth in political speak
Carry on till they're blue in the
And my point of view has lost place

things
Did I nothin' in return
up for a cause
Give to a mute 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 growin' I can hear them
Religious and right
Power hungry heads of
Melancholy death fall of our
will survive or so say our presidents

Constantly voices
Talk of truth in their speak
Carry on till they're blue in the
And my point of view has 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 forward let it all be done
of the end soil has been tread
Mother, daughter, father, son sky death
Premonition, television indecision
We the people lies are being force fed
Money, power, cruelty, blood is in our streets
When, where does this end?

We're fallin' from the war inspired
Double idiots
Helter henchmen
Consequences
Lead us not into temptation your
Damnin' words and glorified
A lineage
We will alone to our death

Constantly voices
Talk of in their political speak
on till they're blue in the face
And my point of view has lost place

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

Four, three, two, four, two one
move forward let it all be done
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 sacrifice end?

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

{The constant realization of dominance results in

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 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?