Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

I feel this is just a means to an end.
Does it any meaning as I reach the end?
to memory, final reality.
When I'm awake or both are all but a dream.
Finality of this is something certain for me.
to memory, final reality.
Sifting fragments of time, drifting, away.
of finality, fate is dawning on me.
What is the purpose of death, live, learn, die then
I'm lying awake, only sleep when I'm dead.
Lost to memory, reality.
memories.
I'm temporary, to contain.
Like Epsilon, my is pointing out the way.
What I learned?
What will I
Monumental rhythm of life is pounding out the of the dead,
but might it all end, without a
to memory, final reality.
Speed Of
day grows quicker as I breathe.
Or is it that every year seems to get
at the speed of life.
So much to do, so time.
I don't to win this race.
swiftly to my grave.
Epidermis showing signs of natural decay living my life.
No way to the hands of time.
Of this I am sure you live, you die.
From to my old age.
day of life.
Another of the page.
at the speed 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 ascend an easy descent.
Do you ever get the feeling you're in some of race?
Each day has more to offer, just no time to play.
One I'm a child, the next I am a man.
And fate, it my life, the fastest speed it can.