Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Redundant

The past drags behind us like a weight
for the large part, yet piling on the guilt
Bullying, rebuking, lest we

by moving in the here and the now
It has become ingrained as
Direction less, transparent, brittle that we are

But this
Those who escape the past
Are condemned to it

They us in a losing battle
But we die for any flag? I don't think so
Quietly unwilling,
There is of our choosing

Disorientated by the of custom
It dissipates the and the future unbalanced
Excluded for a new space

Those who escape the past
Are condemned to it
Are to repeat it

Those who can't escape the
Are to repeat it
Are condemned to it
to repeat it

The past us oversight
But we nothing if it is rehashed
Are we so stupefied we've run out of steam?

The past can keep us ignorant
Away from a plunge into the unknown
Are we so fucking drained that run out of steam?
Are we so that we've run out of steam?

The drags behind us like a dead weight
It has become ingrained as
less, transparent, brittle beings that we are

They us in a losing battle
It dissipates the and the future
Direction less, transparent, brittle beings we are

But consider
who can't escape the past
Are condemned to it