Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility II

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

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

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

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

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

And there is despair underneath each and action
Each and every to pierce the armour of numbness
bridges becomes a habit to support
And the line expands like there's 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 the rigid posture of a proper, authentic blind
As if extended arms reached to pass his blindness onto