Luyện nghe bài hát Stoic

Reality sets into a that wishes to read you lies that sit like an open book.
This must stay open, must stay clear, this must be said for all to hear.
are living, breathing beings like us.
Going, unaddressed, undeniable.
These are living, breathing like us.
They look the same on a plate.
Are we still
Drop the dish that could fill the with meat.
To the floor and watched it break.
One thousand of that glass equals one thousand days gone past.
And how has brought us any further,
when this is still stuck in its primitive dietary ways?
Only a trap for both worlds, tomorrow can't be fixed.
When today's is aborted, stop looking ahead!
Are we fixable?