Luyện nghe bài hát With Progress Consequence

With our we design
Stamp our in passing time
Never out the price
Of our selfish pride

fascination
Advance in
No
progress, consequence

We fuel our fate lust
With consequence
We fill the streets blood

rinse and repeat
Our is their defeat
Twisted story seed
Garden choked out by the

The current of communication
to the ends of this and beyond
the blink of an eye
all ever known could be gone

to our own creations
severed souls in the
slaves to our
conscience crushed by

Has the wicked in this

or do we hear just about it
ease?

My mind with pleasure
Still I respect no

build break burn the land
hate learn another plan

we a way

the we pay