Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility I

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

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

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

It's like dead meat at the brink of Styx
With a that we made of what was left of Yggdrasil
veterans of spiritual revolts were done with their armchairs
And I even remember which brink is which

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

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

The grotesque eagles of misfortune, well fed on thanatos, sit
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 extended reached to pass his blindness onto others