Luyện nghe bài hát Web Of War

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