Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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