Luyện nghe bài hát Polymath, The

In we drift apart,
There is within and all around us.
we may deny ourselves the thought,
That was something real,
I can finally say that I'm not yet.
There are no chains as tight as the for something real,
How burn the skin of the vehement.

Both known bodies of matter, drifting into themselves.
We're caught in the in the of our own temper,
We are we consume.
You what you are.

Appeal, on which the you stand.
Appeal, in the of death.
Appeal, in a of sleep.
Appeal, for our is gone.

by a man unbound,
Taught beneath the in shackles,
It has a scourge.
makes you think you give of anything at all?
The killer his face,
The stoic his turn.
We all had our chance.

Apparitions themselves deep within ruminative voice.
It is man himself who speaks at length of wars go unnoticed.
And it is all you have.
No blueprints, no warning.