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 an extension to nothing
And the force of is now a vital factor

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

I envy the
Their stuff at least sticks
than laudations of misinformed seers
And are lengthy annals of shame that we work with

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

The odour of sanctity is refined stench of existence
Shining pearl of Augeas' crown in comparison

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

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

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