Luyện nghe bài hát Web Of War

Still blindly we plunge the web again.
Our hands still soaked with soiled straight through to the skin.
Turned the soil still wet from time's shallow graves,
we entangled in this web of war we've made.
1999 turned about reads triple 6, but do you pale at the slightest of coincidence?
If so bound to play a part in all our destruction.
If we believe the myths we create then we are to live them.
Still many of us, and twisted, eagerly await our turn to die.
We sit after each atrocity, too desensitized to even cry.
We are bound to what we so inspected.
ensnared by chance into the trap others have erected.
Are we bound to this cycle of agression
and then by some uncontrollable 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, this web of war is not a part of vast creation,
but the product of fear of self and his infatuation
dominance and destruction and the conquest of all,
he himself therefore he will destroy himself in the end.