Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility I

The great is there isn't one
And it only gets since that conclusion
The irony of being an to nothing
And the force of inertia is now a vital

And there is despair each and every action
Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of
Burning becomes a habit to support
And the front expands like there's no tomorrow

I the maggots
Their stuff at sticks together
Better than of misinformed seers
And those are lengthy annals of shame that we work

It's like dumping dead at the brink of Styx
With a barge that we made of was left of Yggdrasil
After veterans of spiritual revolts were with their armchairs
And I don't even remember which brink is

The of sanctity is just refined stench of existence
pearl of Augeas' crown pales in comparison

And there is despair underneath and every action
Each and attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
Burning bridges a habit to support
And the front line expands there's no tomorrow

The grotesque of misfortune, well fed on thanatos, sit still
It's the of scavengers at the ever growing garbage dump of life

There is something about the rigid posture of a proper, blind
As if extended arms reached to pass his blindness onto