Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

I like this is just a means to an end.
Does it hold any as I reach the end?
to memory, final reality.
When I'm or asleep both are all but a dream.
of this life is something certain for me.
Lost to memory, reality.
fragments of time, drifting, falling away.
Sense of finality, is dawning on me.
What is the of death, live, learn, die then forget?
Feel I'm lying awake, only when I'm dead.
to memory, final reality.
memories.
I'm temporary, to contain.
Like Epsilon, my is pointing out the way.
have I learned?
What I forget?
Monumental rhythm of is pounding out the beat of the dead,
but might it all end, a meaning?
to memory, final reality.
Speed Of
Each day quicker as I breathe.
Or is it that every year seems to get
Racing at the of life.
So to do, so little time.
I don't to win this race.
Heading to my grave.
Epidermis showing of natural decay from 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.
Racing at the of life.
So much to do, so time.
swiftly to my grave.
Is it me, is it all in my head?
Rather a to ascend than an easy descent.
Do you get the feeling you're in some sort of race?
day has more to offer, there's just no time to play.
One I'm a child, the next I am a man.
And fate, it pushes my life, the speed it can.