Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility I

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

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

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

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

The odour of sanctity is just stench of existence
Shining pearl of crown pales in comparison

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

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

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