Luyện nghe bài hát Seige Equipment For Spiritual Decline

Those and streets they cut.
cut off circulation.
Just chains around my wrists.
Yeah.
Pushing me in same directions.
Caught in a of dull routine.
A body in motion, a crippled in inertia.
for an avenue of escape.

Begging for release, from paths worn thin.
The feelings that seen and done all this before.

straight towards us all.
We feel the of our futures.
The push and full, the of time continues ever forward.
Our and dreams overcome.
by forced reason.
Two of age and despair.
Dashing us against walls erected.
below the weight of our screams.

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.
Wink out slightest protest.
The of progress thundering in our ears.

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

straight towards us all.
We feel the of our futures.
The and pull of time.
The of time continues ever forward.

To live and die and the sense of.
What it is makes us strong.
Is the greatest crime.
Which we are all of.
To let the in our hearts.
Wink out without protest.
The sound of thundering in our ears.