Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

I feel like this is 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.
Finality of this life is something for me.
Lost to memory, reality.
Sifting fragments of time, drifting, away.
Sense of finality, is dawning on me.
What is the purpose of death, live, learn, die then
Feel I'm lying awake, sleep when I'm dead.
Lost to memory, reality.
memories.
I'm temporary, to contain.
Like Epsilon, my finality is out the way.
What I learned?
What I forget?
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 seems to get shorter?
Racing at the of life.
So much to do, so time.
I don't to win this race.
Heading to my grave.
Epidermis showing of natural decay from living my life.
No way to slow the of time.
Of this I am sure you live, 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 only me, is it all in my
Rather a fight to than an easy descent.
Do you ever get the feeling 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 fastest it can.