Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility I

The great truth is isn't one
And it only gets worse that conclusion
The irony of being an extension to
And the force of inertia is now a vital

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

I the maggots
Their at least sticks together
Better than laudations of seers
And those are lengthy annals of shame we work with

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

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

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

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

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