Luyện nghe bài hát Polymath, The

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

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

Appeal, on the ground 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 hides his face,
The waits his turn.
We all had our chance.

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