Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

I feel this is just a means to an end.
Does it hold any meaning as I reach the
Lost to memory, reality.
When I'm awake or both are all but a dream.
Finality of this is something certain for me.
Lost to memory, reality.
Sifting of time, drifting, falling away.
Sense of finality, fate is on me.
What is the of death, live, learn, die then forget?
Feel I'm lying awake, sleep when I'm dead.
to memory, final reality.
memories.
I'm temporary, to contain.
Like Epsilon, my finality is out the way.
What I learned?
What I forget?
Monumental rhythm of is pounding out the beat of the dead,
but it all end, without a meaning?
Lost to memory, reality.
Speed Of
Each day grows as I breathe.
Or is it every year seems to get shorter?
Racing at the of life.
So much to do, so time.
I don't want to win race.
Heading to my grave.
Epidermis signs of natural decay from living my life.
No way to slow the of time.
Of I am sure you live, then you die.
infancy to my old age.
day of life.
Another of the page.
Racing at the of life.
So to do, so little time.
Heading to my grave.
Is it me, is it all in my head?
Rather a fight to than an easy descent.
Do you ever get the feeling you're in some of race?
day has more to offer, there's just no time to play.
One mine I'm a child, the I am a man.
And fate, it pushes my life, the speed it can.