Luyện nghe bài hát Web Of War

Still blindly we into the web again.
Our hands still soaked blood soiled straight through to the skin.
Turned the soil wet from last time's shallow graves,
we remain entangled in this web of war made.
1999 about reads triple 6, but do you pale at the slightest hint of coincidence?
If so you're bound to play a in all our destruction.
If we the myths we create then we are bound to live them.
Still many of us, and twisted, eagerly await our turn to die.
We sit obedient after each atrocity, too desensitized to cry.
We are bound to we so foolishly inspected.
ensnared by chance into the trap others have erected.
Are we bound to vicious cycle of agression
and vengeance by some uncontrollable flaw in our natural human condition?
If we are but wild animals acting on some competition
why is it leading us onward toward our assured extinction?
No, this web of war is not a of nature's vast creation,
but the product of mankind's of self and his infatuation
with dominance and and the conquest of all,
he fears himself he will destroy himself in the end.