Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

I feel like is just a means to an end.
it hold any meaning as I reach the end?
Lost to memory, reality.
When I'm or asleep both are all but a dream.
Finality of life is something certain for me.
to memory, final reality.
Sifting 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, sleep when I'm dead.
Lost to memory, reality.
memories.
I'm temporary, to contain.
Like Epsilon, my is pointing out the way.
What have I
will I forget?
Monumental rhythm of life is out the beat of the dead,
but might it all end, without a
to memory, final reality.
Speed Of
Each day grows as I breathe.
Or is it every year seems to get shorter?
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 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.
at the speed of life.
So to do, so little time.
Heading to my grave.
Is it only me, is it all in my
a fight to ascend than an easy descent.
Do you ever get the feeling in some sort of race?
Each day has more to offer, there's no time to play.
One mine I'm a child, the I am a man.
And fate, it my life, the fastest speed it can.