Luyện nghe bài hát Seige Equipment For Spiritual Decline

Those roads and streets cut.
cut off circulation.
Just chains around my wrists.
Yeah.
me in these same directions.
Caught in a of dull routine.
A in motion, a mind crippled in inertia.
Looking for an of escape.

for release, from these paths worn thin.
The feelings that I've seen and all this before.

Rushing towards us all.
We feel the of our futures.
The push and full, the force of time ever forward.
Our hopes and overcome.
Crumbled by reason.
Two of age and despair.
us against walls we've erected.
Buried the weight of our screams.

To live and die and lose the of.
What it is makes us strong.
Is the single crime.
we are all guilty of.
To let the in our hearts.
Wink out without protest.
The sound of progress in our ears.

To the wind across my face.
I'll these towers down.
And the day.

Rushing straight us all.
We the calling of our futures.
The push and of time.
The force of time ever forward.

To live and die and the sense of.
it is that makes us strong.
Is the single crime.
we are all guilty of.
To let the in our hearts.
out without slightest protest.
The sound of thundering in our ears.