Luyện nghe bài hát Web Of War

Still blindly we plunge the web again.
Our hands soaked with blood soiled straight through to the skin.
Turned the soil still wet last time's shallow graves,
we remain entangled in web of war we've made.
turned 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 believe the myths we create then we are bound to them.
Still many of us, sick and twisted, eagerly our turn to die.
We sit obedient after each atrocity, too desensitized to cry.
We are to what we so foolishly inspected.
Others ensnared by chance into the trap have erected.
Are we bound to this vicious of agression
and then vengeance by some flaw in our natural human condition?
If we are but wild animals acting on some competition
then why is it leading us onward toward our assured
No, web of war is not a part of nature's vast creation,
but the product of fear of self and his infatuation
dominance and destruction and the conquest of all,
he fears himself therefore he will destroy in the end.